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THE BEGGAR, by            
First Line: The day was one of weariness
Last Line: My spirit had been fed?
Subject(s): Begging & Beggars


The day was one of weariness
With no bright interlude;
I was fatigued by homely tasks --
Bereft of fortitude.

Night's shadows brought a deeper gloom
And when a sudden knock
Upon the door came startling me,
Trembling, I turned the lock.

There stood a tired, dejected man
Who humbly asked for bread,
And in his countenance there was
No thing to fear or dread.

For meekness and humility
Were stamped upon his face
As though some sorrow's heavy weight
Had passed and left its trace.

Forgetting care, I turned to fetch
A plate of meat and bread;
By serving him somehow my heart
Was strangely comforted.

And evil tales of vagrant folk
All vanished when he said:
"I thank you for this kindly act,"
Then bowed and trudged ahead. . . .

Did he know that I too had begged
But not for earthly bread --
That when I gave him food and drink
My spirit had been fed?





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