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Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Gifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this
virtue.
Gifts and alms are the expressions, not the essence, of this
virtue.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
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.
To pity distress it but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
To pity distress it but human; to relieve it is Godlike.
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.
