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Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
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.
His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
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His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
The long remembered beggar was his guest,
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.
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.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
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.
