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Show IN A STARVING WORLD Mv plenty shames me when I think this bread, This, moat, of which I have too much, would be As manna sent from God to famished ones Across the sea pale woman, fainting child, Old man, or soldier maimed for our own sakes Here, take the half and more, and daily take, And lade it on the gianl ahipe, with --liarc From myriad tallies in our land, and send And send and send, past cursed foes that lurk Beneath the waxes, through tempest, fog, and ice, To them who cry for crumbl as Dives moaned For drops in hell to cool his parching tongue. Here, take! "1'is consecrate, os is the lire. id And Wine of Holy Sacrament ! Til God's, Not mine! His dying children lack and call. Lei me no! eat in peace 'till this is done. I.et me not s-it me down about my board Hut spectres come and stare at me, and gohatl Stand by my side, and cries of children smite My ears and ring through all my hrain and soul LIntil 1 set apart this holy thing Hue portion Of my fullness in this time. There is, by God's mpst wondrous chemistry, Enough upon the planet in this hour To keep the lues llnijtie against the day When earth will fructify and hear again. Thou hast within thy walls, at thy command, Xf More than thy needs, llring forth divide disgorge p And then with Letter heart and appetite, Partake, in joy, thy meat. But not before! ' While hunger mourns .iul thou replicst not, l.et food be tasteless on thy lips, and gall 1 And wormwood to thy sated, selfish tongue. i Calvin Dim, 11, son, in A V.v York Times. |