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When young, what honest triumph flush'd my breast, / This truth once known, -- To bless, is to be blest! / I led the bending beggar on his way; / (Bare were his feet, his tresses silver-grey;) / Soothed the keen pangs his aged spirit felt, / And on his tale with mute attention dwelt.
As in his script I dropp'd my little store, / I griev'd to think that little was no more; / He breath'd his pray'r, -- "Long may such goodness live!" / 'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give.