 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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CHARITY
If but the world would give to Love
The crumbs that from its table fall,
'T were bounty large enough for all
The famishing to feed thereof.
The crumbs that from its table fall,
'T were bounty large enough for all
The famishing to feed thereof.
And Love, that still the laurel wins
Of Sacrifice, would lovelier grow,
And round the world a mantle throw
To hide its multitude of sins.
Of Sacrifice, would lovelier grow,
And round the world a mantle throw
To hide its multitude of sins.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |