Writ in between the lines of his life-deed We trace the sacred service of a heart Answering the Divine command, in every part Bearing on human weal: His love did feed The loveless; and his gentle hands did lead The blind, and lift the weak, and balm the smart Of other wounds that rankled at the dart In his own breast, that gloried thus to bleed. He served the lowliest first -- nay, then alone -- The most despised that e'er wreaked vain breath In cries of suppliance in the reign whereat Red Guilt, sate squat upon her spattered throne. -- For these doomed there it was he went to death. God! how the merest man loves one like that! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |