 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
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REMEMBER THE POOR
Oh! remember the poor when your fortune is sure,
And acre to acre you join;
Oh! remember the poor, though but slender your store,
And you ne'er can go gallant and fine.
Oh! remember the poor when they cry at your door
In the raging rain and blast;
Call them in, cheer them up with the bite and the sup,
Till they leave you their blessing at last.
And acre to acre you join;
Oh! remember the poor, though but slender your store,
And you ne'er can go gallant and fine.
Oh! remember the poor when they cry at your door
In the raging rain and blast;
Call them in, cheer them up with the bite and the sup,
Till they leave you their blessing at last.
The red fox has his lair, and each bird of the air
With the night settles warm in his nest,
But the King who laid down His celestial crown
For our sakes, He had nowhere to rest.
Oh! the poor were forgot till their pitiful lot
He bowed Himself to endure;
If your souls ye would make, for His Heavenly sake,
Oh! remember, remember the poor.
With the night settles warm in his nest,
But the King who laid down His celestial crown
For our sakes, He had nowhere to rest.
Oh! the poor were forgot till their pitiful lot
He bowed Himself to endure;
If your souls ye would make, for His Heavenly sake,
Oh! remember, remember the poor.
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