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The
Eye Of Charity
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One
Evening Jesus lingered in market-place,
Teaching the people parables of truth and grace,
When in the square remote a crowd was seen to
ride,
And stop with loathing gestures and abhorring
cries. |
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Master
and his meek disciples went to see
What cause this commotion and disgust could be,
And found a poor dead dog beside the gutter laid:
Revolting sight! at which each face its hate
betrayed. |
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One
held his nose, one shut his eyes, one turned away:
And all among themselves began aloud to say,
"Detested creature! he pollutes the earth and
the air!"
"His eyes are blear!", "His ears
are foul!", "His ribs are bare!" |
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"In
his torn hide there's not a decent shoe-string
left!"
"No doubt the execrable cur was hung for
theft!"
Then Jesus spoke, and dropped on him this saving
wreath,
"Even pearls are dark before the whiteness of
his teeth!" |
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The
pelting crowd grew silent and ashamed, like one
Rebuked by sight of wisdom higher than his own;
And one exclaimed, "No creature so accursed
can be,
But some good thing in him a loving eye will
see." |
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