James Russell Lowell - A Contrast

Lyrics
Thy love thou sendest oft to me And still as oft I thrust it back; Thy messengers I could not see In those who everything did lack The poor, the outcast and the black Pride held his hand before mine eyes The world with flattery stuffed mine ears; I looked to see a monarch's guise Nor dreamed thy love would knock for years Poor, naked, fettered, full of tears Yet, when I sent my love to thee Thou with a smile didst take it in And entertain'dst it royally Though grimed with earth, with hunger thin And leprous with the taint of sin Now every day thy love I meet As o'er the earth it wanders wide With weary step and bleeding feet Still knocking at the heart of pride And offering grace, though still denied
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- James Russell Lowell