"I HAVE FIVE BRETHREN.... FATHER, I BESEECH THEE ... LEST THEY COME TO THIS PLACE" @3St. Luke's Gospel@1 THOU wouldst not part thy spoil Gained from the beggar's want, the weakling's toil, Nor spare a jot of sumptuousness or state For Lazarus at the gate. And in the appalling night Of expiation, as in day's delight, Thou heldst thy niggard hand; it would not share One hour of thy despair. Those five -- thy prayer for them! O generous! who, condemned, wouldst not condemn, Whose ultimate human greatness proved thee so A miser of thy woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE QUARREL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE PLUTARCH by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A LAY OF ST. GENGULPHUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE MIRROR OF DIANA by MATHILDE BLIND |