CHARITY
COME! walk with the world and go down to the destitute homes of the poor,Where weeping is louder than laughter, where sorrow and famine abide;Where Azrael reaps a full harvest and darkens each desolate door;And learn of the lowly and meek to lessen your thoughtless pride.I have seen my Lady flash by—a beauteous vision of ease;I have seen the widow at work till the shadows of night fled the day;I have seen God's poor drink the cup of sorrow and toil to the lees;I have seen the wicked get wealth, and the good go empty away."The poor are unworthy, and sinning is found in the homes of the low.If we give we but pander to vice: the beggars our gifts will abuse."So say you, and pass in your pride, but your heart cries out as you go,"The vile are the first to ape virtue; the wicked the first to accuse!"Communist? Not I! But I hold that the miser who hugs to his heartWhat for him is but clay and a curse, but to some would be blessing and bread,Is selling his merciful Saviour. Better throw down the price and depart;Better, belike, do as Judas, put a rope to his miserable head.'Twould be well with you, Midas, to pity the poor who are tarrying here.They may count to your just condemnation the tears which their hungry babes weep.Though you harden your heart for a lifetime, and turn an adamant ear,Their wails may pierce through to your coffin and trouble your long, last sleep.How read you the Scriptures? What say they? "These three with the world now abide,Hope, charity, faith, and the greatest is charity—blessed above all."Our hands should be fruitful and open; the field for our giving is wide,And blessing shall follow the gifts, though the power to give may be small.Then time may toil on with its tumults, its troubles and tempests of tears;The sweet, voiceless shadows shall hold us till striving and sorrow are past.We shall wake full refreshed to the judgment, though we slumber for eons of years;And the Lord shall shew us His glory, we shall be like to God at the last.
COME! walk with the world and go down to the destitute homes of the poor,Where weeping is louder than laughter, where sorrow and famine abide;Where Azrael reaps a full harvest and darkens each desolate door;And learn of the lowly and meek to lessen your thoughtless pride.I have seen my Lady flash by—a beauteous vision of ease;I have seen the widow at work till the shadows of night fled the day;I have seen God's poor drink the cup of sorrow and toil to the lees;I have seen the wicked get wealth, and the good go empty away."The poor are unworthy, and sinning is found in the homes of the low.If we give we but pander to vice: the beggars our gifts will abuse."So say you, and pass in your pride, but your heart cries out as you go,"The vile are the first to ape virtue; the wicked the first to accuse!"Communist? Not I! But I hold that the miser who hugs to his heartWhat for him is but clay and a curse, but to some would be blessing and bread,Is selling his merciful Saviour. Better throw down the price and depart;Better, belike, do as Judas, put a rope to his miserable head.'Twould be well with you, Midas, to pity the poor who are tarrying here.They may count to your just condemnation the tears which their hungry babes weep.Though you harden your heart for a lifetime, and turn an adamant ear,Their wails may pierce through to your coffin and trouble your long, last sleep.How read you the Scriptures? What say they? "These three with the world now abide,Hope, charity, faith, and the greatest is charity—blessed above all."Our hands should be fruitful and open; the field for our giving is wide,And blessing shall follow the gifts, though the power to give may be small.Then time may toil on with its tumults, its troubles and tempests of tears;The sweet, voiceless shadows shall hold us till striving and sorrow are past.We shall wake full refreshed to the judgment, though we slumber for eons of years;And the Lord shall shew us His glory, we shall be like to God at the last.
COME! walk with the world and go down to the destitute homes of the poor,Where weeping is louder than laughter, where sorrow and famine abide;Where Azrael reaps a full harvest and darkens each desolate door;And learn of the lowly and meek to lessen your thoughtless pride.
COME! walk with the world and go down to the destitute homes of the poor,
Where weeping is louder than laughter, where sorrow and famine abide;
Where Azrael reaps a full harvest and darkens each desolate door;
And learn of the lowly and meek to lessen your thoughtless pride.
I have seen my Lady flash by—a beauteous vision of ease;I have seen the widow at work till the shadows of night fled the day;I have seen God's poor drink the cup of sorrow and toil to the lees;I have seen the wicked get wealth, and the good go empty away.
I have seen my Lady flash by—a beauteous vision of ease;
I have seen the widow at work till the shadows of night fled the day;
I have seen God's poor drink the cup of sorrow and toil to the lees;
I have seen the wicked get wealth, and the good go empty away.
"The poor are unworthy, and sinning is found in the homes of the low.If we give we but pander to vice: the beggars our gifts will abuse."So say you, and pass in your pride, but your heart cries out as you go,"The vile are the first to ape virtue; the wicked the first to accuse!"
"The poor are unworthy, and sinning is found in the homes of the low.
If we give we but pander to vice: the beggars our gifts will abuse."
So say you, and pass in your pride, but your heart cries out as you go,
"The vile are the first to ape virtue; the wicked the first to accuse!"
Communist? Not I! But I hold that the miser who hugs to his heartWhat for him is but clay and a curse, but to some would be blessing and bread,Is selling his merciful Saviour. Better throw down the price and depart;Better, belike, do as Judas, put a rope to his miserable head.
Communist? Not I! But I hold that the miser who hugs to his heart
What for him is but clay and a curse, but to some would be blessing and bread,
Is selling his merciful Saviour. Better throw down the price and depart;
Better, belike, do as Judas, put a rope to his miserable head.
'Twould be well with you, Midas, to pity the poor who are tarrying here.They may count to your just condemnation the tears which their hungry babes weep.Though you harden your heart for a lifetime, and turn an adamant ear,Their wails may pierce through to your coffin and trouble your long, last sleep.
'Twould be well with you, Midas, to pity the poor who are tarrying here.
They may count to your just condemnation the tears which their hungry babes weep.
Though you harden your heart for a lifetime, and turn an adamant ear,
Their wails may pierce through to your coffin and trouble your long, last sleep.
How read you the Scriptures? What say they? "These three with the world now abide,Hope, charity, faith, and the greatest is charity—blessed above all."Our hands should be fruitful and open; the field for our giving is wide,And blessing shall follow the gifts, though the power to give may be small.
How read you the Scriptures? What say they? "These three with the world now abide,
Hope, charity, faith, and the greatest is charity—blessed above all."
Our hands should be fruitful and open; the field for our giving is wide,
And blessing shall follow the gifts, though the power to give may be small.
Then time may toil on with its tumults, its troubles and tempests of tears;The sweet, voiceless shadows shall hold us till striving and sorrow are past.We shall wake full refreshed to the judgment, though we slumber for eons of years;And the Lord shall shew us His glory, we shall be like to God at the last.
Then time may toil on with its tumults, its troubles and tempests of tears;
The sweet, voiceless shadows shall hold us till striving and sorrow are past.
We shall wake full refreshed to the judgment, though we slumber for eons of years;
And the Lord shall shew us His glory, we shall be like to God at the last.