Question

So, he came, not understanding and obeyed and
stretched his hand and took the sacred vessel.​

Answer 1

Answer:

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The poem 'The Plate of Gold' has a divine message for all the readers who read it. The message is as follows: God's omniscient eyes are looking the deeds of each and every human being on earth. God's heavenly reward is only for those who truly and sincerely love their fellow brethren and sisters. God knows fully well the difference between the hypocrites and the true lovers of mankind. All the priests, clergy, and other religious authorities can fail in their judgement about the truly deserved man/woman, but God sees everything justly. God's heavenly reward is not for those who are in competition of giving more charity out of their affluence; rather it is for them who truly feel the pain of the afflicted and the downtrodden and pray for their deliverance. Such lovers of mankind don't vie for any competition for heavenly reward.

Explanation:

One day there fell in great Benares' temple-court

A wondrous plate of gold, whereon these words were writ;  

'To him who loveth best, a gift from Heaven.'  

Thereat.  

The priests made proclamation: 'At the midday hour,  

Each day, let those assemble who for virtue deem  

their right to Heaven's gift the best; and we will hear  

the deeds of mercy done, and so adjudge.'  

The news  

ran swift as light, and soon from every quarter came  

nobles and munshis, hermits, scholars, holy men,  

and all renowned for gracious or for splendid deeds,  

meanwhile the priests in solemn council sat and heard  

what each had done to merit best the gift of Heaven.  

So for a year the claimants came and went.  

At last,  

after a patient weighing of the worth of all,  

the priests bestowed the plate of gold on one who seemed,  

the largest lover of the race - whose whole estate,  

within the year had been parted among the poor.

This man, all trembling with his joy, advanced to take  

the golden plate-when lo! at his finger's first touch  

it changed to basest lead! All stood aghast; but when  

the hapless claimant dropt it clanging on the floor,  

Heaven's guerdon was again transformed to shining gold.  

So for another twelve month sat he priests and judged.  

Thrice they awarded-thrice did Heaven refuse the gift.  

Meanwhile a host of poor, maimed beggars in the street  

lay all about the temple gate, in hope to move  

that love whereby each claimant hoped to win the gift  

and well for them it was (if gold be charity),  

for every pilgrim to the temple gate praised God.

that love might thus approve itself before the test,  

and so coins rained freely in the outstretched hands;  

but none of those who gave, so much as turned to look  

into the poor sad eyes of them that begged.  

And now  

The second year had almost passed, but still the plate  

of gold, by whomsoever touched was turned to lead.  

At length there came a simple peasant-not aware  

of that strange contest for the gift of God-to pay

a vow within the temple. As he passed along  

the line of shrivelled beggars, all his soul was moved  

within him to sweet pity, and the tears well up  

and trembled in his eyes.  

Now by the temple gate  

there lay a poor, sore creature, blind, and shunned by all;  

but when the peasant came, and saw the sightless face  

and trembling, maimed hands he could not pass, but knelt,  

and took both palms in his, and softly said: 'O thou,  

my brother! bear the trouble bravely. God is good.'  

The he arose and walked straightway across the court,  

and entered where they wrangled of their deeds of love  

before the priests.  

A while he listened sadly; then  

had turned away; but something moved the priest who held  

the plate of gold to beckon to the peasant. So  

he came, not understanding and obeyed, and stretched  

his hand and took the sacred vessel. Lo! it shone  

with thrice its former lustre, and amazed them all!  

'Son', cried the priest, 'rejoice, the gift of God is thine.  

Thou lovest best!' And all made answer, 'It is well.'  

And, one by one, departed. But the peasant knelt

and prayed, bowing his head above the golden plate;  

while o'er his soul like morning streamed the love of God.