Is this a fast, -- to keep The larder lean, And clean From fat of veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh, yet still To fill The platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, Or ragg'd to go, Or show A downcast look, and sour? No! 't is a fast to dole Thy sheaf of wheat, And meat, Unto the hungry soul. It is to fast from strife, From old debate And hate, -- To circumcise thy life. To show a heart grief-rent; To starve thy sin, Not bin, -- And that's to keep thy Lent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 5. ELEGY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE LAST CAESAR, 1851-1870 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AUTUMN MESSAGES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |