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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.
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.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of
them: otherwise ye have no read more
Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of
them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in
heaven.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home had she none.
He believed that he was born, not for himself, but for the whole
world.
[Lat., Nec sibi sed read more
He believed that he was born, not for himself, but for the whole
world.
[Lat., Nec sibi sed toti genitum se credere mundo.]
