Be Kind To The Poor
Turn not from him, who asks of theeA portion of thy store;Poor though in earthly goods thou be,Thou yet canst give,—what’s more,The balm of comfort thou canst pourInto his grieving mind,Who oft is turned from wealth’s proud door,With many a word unkind.Does any from the false world findNaught but reproach and scorn?Does any, stung by words unkind,Wish that he ne’er was born?Do thou raise up his drooping heart,Restore his wounded mind;Though naught of wealth thou canst impart,Yet still thou mayest be kind.And oft again thy words shall wingBackward their course to thee,And in thy breast will prove a springOf pure felicity.[Pg 016]