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.

World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst's International Library Company, 1916.

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