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It was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile...
'who will start bidding for me? A dollar, dollar' then, 'two' 'only two'? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? 'what am i bidden, good folks? He cried ,'who will start bidding for me'?.
A dollar, a dollar' then, 'two!' 'only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three'?
three dollars once; three dollars, twice; Going for three -' but NO!, from the room, far back a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow, then, wiping the dust from the violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet, as sweet as a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said 'what am i bidden for the old violin?' and hold it up with the bow 'A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?'
two thousand once, three thousand, twice, and going, and gone! 'said he.
The people cheered but some of them cried, 'we do not quite understand what changed its worth?' swift came the reply:,
'* THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND,*' and many a man with life out of tune, and, battered and scattered with sin, is auctioned cheap to thoughtless crowd, much like the old.
A 'mess of pottage' a glass of wine; A game and he travels on.
He's 'going' once 'going' twice, He 'going' and almost gone '. But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can guite understand the worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.

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