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Ye Gave Me No Meat
My brother, I am hungry, give me food;Such as my Father gives me at his board;
He has for many years been to thee good,
Thou canst a morsel then to me afford;
I do not ask of thee a grain of that
Thou offerest, when I call on thee for bread;
This is not of the wine nor olive fat,
But those who eat of this like thee are dead;
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That thou should'st give it back to me again;
This shall my soul from pangs of hunger free,
And on my parched spirit fall like rain;
Then thou wilt prove a brother to my need,
For in the cross of Christ thou too canst bleed.
Poem No. 334; c. January 1839
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