CHARITY
By George Parsons Lathrop
Unarmed she goeth, yet her handsStrike deeper awe than steel-caparisoned bands,No fatal hurt of foe she fears,—Veiled, as with mail, in mist of gentle tears.’Gainst her thou canst not bar the door;Like air she enters; where none dared before.Even to the rich she can forgiveTheir regal selfishness,—and let them live!
Unarmed she goeth, yet her handsStrike deeper awe than steel-caparisoned bands,No fatal hurt of foe she fears,—Veiled, as with mail, in mist of gentle tears.’Gainst her thou canst not bar the door;Like air she enters; where none dared before.Even to the rich she can forgiveTheir regal selfishness,—and let them live!
Unarmed she goeth, yet her handsStrike deeper awe than steel-caparisoned bands,No fatal hurt of foe she fears,—Veiled, as with mail, in mist of gentle tears.
Unarmed she goeth, yet her hands
Strike deeper awe than steel-caparisoned bands,
No fatal hurt of foe she fears,—
Veiled, as with mail, in mist of gentle tears.
’Gainst her thou canst not bar the door;Like air she enters; where none dared before.Even to the rich she can forgiveTheir regal selfishness,—and let them live!
’Gainst her thou canst not bar the door;
Like air she enters; where none dared before.
Even to the rich she can forgive
Their regal selfishness,—and let them live!