A winter hurricane aloof;
I heard his voice abroad, and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.
8. I warm’d, I clothed, I cheer’d my guest,
I laid him on my couch to rest;
Then made the earth my bed, and seem’d
In Eden’s garden while I dream’d.
9. Stripp’d, wounded, beaten nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side;
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,