I GAVE a beggar from my little store Of well-earned gold. He spent the shining ore And came again, and yet again, still cold And hungry as before. I gave a thought, and through that thought of mine He found himself, the man, supreme, divine! Fed, clothed, and crowned with blessings manifold; And now he begs no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 35 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN CIPHERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |