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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mary Magdalen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM THE SPANISH OF BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Blessed, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted!<br>The crowd are pointing at the thing forlorn,<br>In wonder and in scorn!<br>Thou weepest days of innocence departed;<br>Thou weepest, and thy tears have power to move<br>The Lord to pity and love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The greatest of thy follies is forgiven,<br>Even for the least of all the tears that shine<br>On that pale cheek of thine.<br>Thou didst kneel down, to Him who came from heaven,<br>Evil and ignorant, and thou shalt rise<br>Holy, and pure, and wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not much that to the fragrant blossom<br>The ragged brier should change; the bitter fir<br>Distil Arabian myrrh!<br>Nor that, upon the wintry desert's bosom,<br>The harvest should rise plenteous, and the swain<br>Bear home the abundant grain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But come and see the bleak and barren mountains<br>Thick to their tops with roses: come and see<br>Leaves on the dry dead tree:<br>The perished plant, set out by living fountains,<br>Grows fruitful, and its beauteous branches rise,<br>For ever, towards the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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Blessed, yet sinful one, and broken-hearted!
The crowd are pointing at the thing forlorn,
In wonder and in scorn!
Thou weepest days of innocence departed;
Thou weepest, and thy tears have powe..."></div>
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