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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

True Charity

I gave a beggar from my little store
Of well-earned gold.  He spent the shining ore
And came again, and yet again, still cold
     And hungry, as before.
 
I gave a thought, and through that thought of mine
He found himself, the man, supreme, divine!
Fed, clothed, and crowned with blessings manifold.
     And now he begs no more.

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