| Show pity the poor BY the wild bulling wings of the tempest ere weeping the frost fettered land like a spirit of wrath his fierce icy breath with keen arrows is piercing the breast of the stand in his path the earan in a trance lies en shrouded in silence the storm king knocks hoadly at window and door the of the pitiful fervently rises god shelter the homeless and pity the poor god pitt the poor who are wearily sitting by desolate dei atones cold cheerless and bar from which the last embers pale flicker has faded like hope dying out in the midst of despair deso air who look on the wide world and see it a desert where ripple no waters no green branches wave who see in a future as dark as the present no rest but the deathbed death bed no home but the grave god pity the poor when the eddying snow drifts are whirled by the wrath of the winter wind by like showers ot leaves from the pallid star lilies that float in the depths of the blue lake on high for though they are draping the broad earth in beauty and veiling some flaw in each fold that beauty is naught to the whose children are crouching around her in hunger and cold god pity the poor for the wealthy are often As hard as the winter and cold as snow while fortune makes sunshine and suna aur around them they care not for others nor think their woe or if from their plenty a trifle be given 80 doubtingly grudgingly often doled that to the receiver their charity more painful than hunger more than cold god pity the poor for though all men brothers though all s ayour father not mine when they pray the proud ones of arab tarn aside from the lowly As if they were of different clay they see not in those who in and patience toil poverty pain without endure the image of him first couch was a manger who chose for our sakes to be homeless and pour god pity the peorl give them courage and patience their trials temptations and troubles to brave and pity the wealthy whose idol i fortune for eold cannot gladden the gloom grave and as bis brief life whether painful or pleasant to one that is endless but opens the door the heart thighs while thinking on palace god pity the wealthy as well as the poor ogden |
