WHEN I came to you banned, dishonored, Brother of yours no more, And raised my hands where your roof-tree stands, Why did you open the door? When I came to you starving, thirsting, Beggared of aught but sin, Why did you rise with welcoming eyes And lift me and bid me in? You have set me first at your feast, You have robed me in tenderness, Yet, Brothers of mine, these tears for sign That I would your grace were less. For I had not been crushed by your hate, Who courted the pain thereof; But you stab me through when you give anew, O Brothers, your love -- your love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN by ROBERT BURNS PACK-TRIP SUITE by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT A CHOPIN PRELUDE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |