Whither he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I know not why.
3. Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He enter’d—not a word he spake!
Just perishing for want of bread;
I gave him all: he bless’d it, brake,
4. And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,