True Charity Poem by 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.
I gave a thought, and through that thought of mine He found himself, the man, supreme, divine! It is actually the most valuable donation ever to make someone reach one's humanity, ability, power.......
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4/18/2024 7:25:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant poem about true charity, sharing and forever giving. What more is there to say.