Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALMS-GIVING, by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: When poverty, with mien of shame Last Line: They break it as a slave his chains! Alternate Author Name(s): Houghton, 1st Baron; Houghton, Lord Subject(s): Charity; Philanthropy | ||||||||
WHEN Poverty, with mien of shame, The sense of Pity seeks to touch, -- Or, bolder, makes the simple claim That I have nothing, you have much, -- Believe not either man or book That bids you close the opening hand, And with reproving speech and look Your first and free intent withstand. It may be that the tale you hear Of pressing wants and losses borne Is heaped or color'd for your ear, And tatters for the purpose worn But surely Poverty has not A sadder need than this, to wear A mask still meaner than her lot, Compassion's scanty food to share. It may be that you err to give What will but tempt to further spoil Those who in low content would live On theft of others' time and toil; Yet sickness may have broke or bent The active frame or vigorous will, -- Or hard occasion may prevent Their exercise of humble skill. It may be that the suppliant's life Has lain on many an evil way Of foul delight and brutal strife, And lawless deeds that shun the day; But how can any gauge of yours The depth of that temptation try? -- What man resists -- what man endures -- Is open to one only eye. Why not believe the homely letter That all you give will God restore? The poor man may deserve it better, And surely, surely, wants it more: Let but the rich man do his part, And whatsoe'er the issue be To those who ask, his answering heart Will gain and grow in sympathy. -- Suppose that each from Nature got Bare quittance of his labour's worth, That yearly-teeming flocks were not, Nor manifold-producing earth; No wilding growths of fruit and flower, Cultured to beautiful and good, No creatures for the arm of power To take and tame from waste and wood! -- That all men to their mortal rest Passed shadow-like, and left behind No free result, no clear bequest, Won by their work of hand or mind! That every separate life begun, A present to the past unbound, A lonely, independent, One, Sprung from the cold mechanic ground! What would the record of the past, The vision of the future be? Nature unchanged from first to last, And base the best humanity: For in these gifts lies all the space Between our England's noblest men, And the most vile Australian race Outprowling from their bushy den. Then freely as from age to age, Descending generations bear The accumulated heritage Of friendly and parental care, -- Freely as Nature tends her wealth Of air and fire, of sea and land, Of childhood's happiness and health, So freely open you your hand! -- Between you and your best intent Necessity her brazen bar Will often interpose, as sent Your pure benevolence to mar: Still every gentle word has sway To teach the pauper's desperate mood, That Misery shall not take away Franchise of human brotherhood. And if this lesson come too late, Woe to the rich and poor and all! The maddened outcast of the gate Plunders and murders in the hall; Justice can crush and hold in awe, While Hope in social order reigns, -- But if the myriads break the law, They break it as a slave his chains! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM CHARITY OVERCOMING ENVY by MARIANNE MOORE PASSING IT ON by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE THE IDEA OF SOUP by NORMAN DUBIE THE [EXCELLENT] BALLADE OF CHARITIE by THOMAS CHATTERTON SONG OF THREE SMILES by WILLIAM STANLEY MERWIN RECUERDO by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON COLUMBUS AND THE MAYFLOWER by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES |
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