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By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home had she none.
Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by
interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was read more
Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by
interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good
works and almsdeeds which she did.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
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In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retir'd to die.
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy
right hand doeth:
That thine read more
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy
right hand doeth:
That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in
secret himself shall reward thee openly.