The dawn tuned silver harps, and there
The Star hung singing in the air.
“Rich man, rich man, drawing near,
Have you not heard of the needle’s eye?
Beggar, whom do you follow here?
Did you give to the poor as He bade you do?
Proud sir, which of the thieves are you?”
“Doctor, lawyer, whom do you seek?
Do you succor the needy and ask no fee?
Chief, will you turn the other cheek?