WHILE the Poor gather round, till the end of time May this bright flower of Charity display Its bloom, unfolding at the appointed day; Flower than the loveliest of the vernal prime Lovelier -- transplanted from heaven's purest clime! "Charity never faileth:" on that creed, More than on written testament or deed, The pious Lady built with hope sublime. Alms on this stone to be dealt out, 'for ever!' "LAUS DEO." Many a Stranger passing by Has with that Parting mixed a filial sigh, Blest its humane Memorial's fond endeavour; And, fastening on those lines an eye tear-glazed, Has ended, though no Clerk, with "God be praised!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 5. WALTON'S BOOK OF LIVE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER OSWEGO LAKE by MARGARET BRADSHAW |