How did'st thou win her, Death?
Thou art the only rival that ever made her cold to me.
Thou hast turned her cold to me.
I went into the Church to find my Lord.
They said He is here, He lives here.
But I could not see Him,
For the creed-tablets and bonnet-flowers.
I went into the Church to look for a poor man.
For the Lord has said that the Poor are his children, and I thought His children would live in His house.
But in the pews sat only Kings and Lords: at least all that sat there were dressed like Kings and Lords; and I could not find the man I looked for, who was in rags;—presently I saw the sexton refuse admission to a man; lo, it was my poor man, he had on rags, and the sexton said, "No ragged allowed."