WHEN I came to you banned, dishonored, Brother of yours no more, And raised my hands where your roof-tree stands, Why did you open the door? When I came to you starving, thirsting, Beggared of aught but sin, Why did you rise with welcoming eyes And lift me and bid me in? You have set me first at your feast, You have robed me in tenderness, Yet, Brothers of mine, these tears for sign That I would your grace were less. For I had not been crushed by your hate, Who courted the pain thereof; But you stab me through when you give anew, O Brothers, your love -- your love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE IONIAN ISLANDS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI SONNET TO CHARLOTTE M-- by BERNARD BARTON THE LIVING BOOK by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |