 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
THE PAUPER'S FRIEND.
No food had he, and scarce one kindly rag
Wherewith to clothe his sad and naked sores,
That ever wept at all their pleading pores,
And still his steadfast heart refused to flag.
He only passed by barred and bolted doors,
That opened but to Judas with his bag,
As feebly weary limbs he strove to drag
Through stony-hearted streets with golden stores.
Wherewith to clothe his sad and naked sores,
That ever wept at all their pleading pores,
And still his steadfast heart refused to flag.
He only passed by barred and bolted doors,
That opened but to Judas with his bag,
As feebly weary limbs he strove to drag
Through stony-hearted streets with golden stores.
Then came a Friend he long besought in vain,
Whom fears the wicked and the wealthy loathes,
And bore him beyond reach of taunts and oaths;
He gave repose for bread, and hushed the pain
Of hunger, when he broke the pauper's chain
And dressed him in the coffin's wooden clothes.
Whom fears the wicked and the wealthy loathes,
And bore him beyond reach of taunts and oaths;
He gave repose for bread, and hushed the pain
Of hunger, when he broke the pauper's chain
And dressed him in the coffin's wooden clothes.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |