God's Grace
Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3648 reads)"The poor," you say, "are so uncouth".
Well, many of them are.
They did not, like you, live their youth
Beneath a kindly star.
They were not mot gently born and bred,
From families refined. . . .
Yet e'en as yours their blood is red,
Their hearts are kind.You say that they are course and crude;
They eat peas with a knife,
Inhale their soup, their ways are rude,
You shudder from their life.
Yet but for accident of birth
You might have been as they,
Your porcelain of common earth,
Your china - clay.Is it not that by God's good grace
You were not hovel born?
You might have grovelled in the place
Of grimy men you scorn;
You might have worn a singlet torn
And scratched a lousy itch,
And swung a pick with hands of horn
Deep in a ditch.You might have . . . Well, I saw today
My drain-digger do that;
And to him, bent and badger-grey,
I doffed my Homburg hat;
For though I have no pride of race
Like hell it haunted me
To think that - but for heaven's grace
I might be he.
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