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Pity the sorrow of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.
Pity the sorrow of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.
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.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
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.
His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
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His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
The long remembered beggar was his guest,
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine,
would vote for nothing but a read more
He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine,
would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.
