Ragged, a little vagrant beggar,
Pleading for a drop of sunshine—that was all!
There I beheld it,
Lifting from the tangled grass its outstretched cup,—
“Take, too, my empty life,” I cried. “With Thy unfailing mercies
Fill it up!”
[THE CONQUEROR]
An angry Word rushed forward,
“I’ll settle the matter,” said he;