By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

Pity the sorrow of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.

Pity the sorrow of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.

Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.

Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.

To pity distress it but human; to relieve it is Godlike.

To pity distress it but human; to relieve it is Godlike.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
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In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retir'd to die.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.

But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy
right hand doeth:
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But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy
right hand doeth:
That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in
secret himself shall reward thee openly.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,
Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.