And Ivan, by the old Earth-memory stirred,
Cried softly with a wonder in his word:
“And where, dear Lord, found you this coat of mine,
A thing unfit for glory such as Thine?”
Then the Lord answered with a look of light:
“This coat, My son, you gave to Me last night.”
—Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co., New York, and used by kind permission of author and publisher.
THE MAN UNDER THE STONE
By Edwin Markham
When I see a workingman with mouths to feed,