He freezes as he moves - he dies! if he should fall:
With cruel fierceness drives this icy sleet -
And must a Christian perish in the street,
In sight of Christians? - There! at last, he lies; -
Nor unsupported can he ever rise:
He cannot live.” “But is he fit to die?” -
Here Susan softly mutter’d a reply,
Look’d round the room - said something of its state,
Dives the rich, and Lazarus at his gate;
And then aloud - “In pity do behold