WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door. How many children in the street Half-naked I behold? While I am clothed from head to feet, And covered from the cold. While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed. While others early learn to swear, And curse and lie and steal, Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will. Are these thy favours day by day To me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE MASTER by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |