To "A Certain Rich Man" by Alice Meynell — Read

"I HAVE FIVE BRETHREN. FATHER, I BESEECH

THEE. LEST THEY COME TO THIS PLACE"

"St. Luke's Gospel"

Thou wouldst not part thy spoil

Gained from the beggar's want, the weakling's toil,

Nor spare a jot of sumptuousness or state

For Lazarus at the gate.

And in the appalling night / Of expiation, as in day's delight, / Thou heldst thy niggard hand; it would not share / One hour of thy despair.

Those five -- thy prayer for them! / O generous! who, condemned, wouldst not condemn, / Whose ultimate human greatness proved thee so / A miser of thy woe.