I HAVE been hungry all my days -- (Oh, when shall I be fed?) They saw my pinched and wistful gaze, And some there were gave wine and bread, And some gave love and praise. I was as hungry as before -- (Oh, when shall I be fed?) Good souls! they shared their choicest store, Another had been surfeited -- I did but hunger more. I am an ingrate in all eyes -- (Oh, when shall I be fed?) From their best feasts I famished rise, I dream of tables ampler spread -- O tables of the skies! |