GRAND rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables -- flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs? A beggar asked an alms One day at an abbey-door, Said Luther; but, seized with qualms, The Abbot replied, "We're poor! "Poor, who had plenty once, When gifts fell thick as rain: But they give us naught, for the nonce, And how should we give again?" Then the beggar, "See your sins! Of old, unless I err, Ye had brothers for inmates, twins, Date and Dabitur. "While Date was in good case Dabitur flourished too: For Dabitur's lenten face No wonder if Date rue. "Would ye retrieve the one? Try and make plump the other When Date's penance is done, Dabitur helps his brother. "Only, beware relapse!" The Abbot hung his head. This beggar might be perhaps An angel, Luther said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE SHE SHALL NOT GUESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BLUNDER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE INSTRUCTIONS FOR A BALLET by MAXWELL BODENHEIM WEIRD FANTASY by IDA MAY BORNCAMP |