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A PARABLE.
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Semah was the richest merchant in a great city where many were rich . His apparel was noble ,, and gold and silver glittered among the wine-cups at his bea > d » Yet were there things which he loved better than these . He walked with sages while the gay danced to the music of the viol ; and when the torches of the revellers were put out , his lamp , as that of a watcher , still burned . He smiled when others were mirthful ; but no word of folly fell from his lips . There was one whom he loved , ami who smiled on his love ; but ere she became his wife , the tomb opened beneath her . When the first tears were wiped away ., the eye of Semah became serene as before ; his voice was gentler , and he looked around him with greater love . After awhile , his wealth was swept away as a city that is swallowed up by the sea . When he went forth for ever from his palace , clad as the meanest of his servants , there was no longer care upon his brow . As the proud passed him by , he smiled as in compassion ; and none knew wherefore but the sages who bent more lowly before him .
Soon a grievous sickness stretched him helpless on his couch . They who saw how his frame was wrenched with torture , and who wiped the damps from his brow , marvelled that hope still glowed in his eye , and that patience sealed his lips . When the murmurs of his voice were heard in the ni g htwatches uttering praise , they who hearkened said one , to another , * What power is with this man , that these things * move him not ?'
After a time , it was whispered abroad that he bent not the knee to the sun or to the lesser lights of heaven . Therefore was he made captive , and none who loved him might approach his chamber in the high tower . Yet was he thankful ; and the night-wind wafted glad music from his cell to the ears of those who watched .
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THE UNITARIAN CHRONICLE .
A Parable.
A PARABLE .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1833, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2617/page/1/
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