Writ in between the lines of his life-deed We trace the sacred service of a heart Answering the Divine command, in every part Bearing on human weal: His love did feed The loveless; and his gentle hands did lead The blind, and lift the weak, and balm the smart Of other wounds that rankled at the dart In his own breast, that gloried thus to bleed. He served the lowliest first -- nay, then alone -- The most despised that e'er wreaked vain breath In cries of suppliance in the reign whereat Red Guilt, sate squat upon her spattered throne. -- For these doomed there it was he went to death. God! how the merest man loves one like that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A WEALTHY MAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MERLIN'S PROPHESY by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |