You have heart and compassion, Your friend will remember it. Now a poor beggar accosts you, His skin and hair smell septic, The cloak falls loose and open, - Clothes are of Adam's sin. He spits and curses on bad luck, Fishes a bone from the litter And spends your gift on liquor, - Be twenty and strong again. Do not recoil from tatters Or shudder at depravity, - Understand and forgive, He will thank you for it.
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