What for him is but clay and a curse, but to some would be blessing and bread,
Is selling his merciful Saviour. Better throw down the price and depart;
Better, belike, do as Judas, put a rope to his miserable head.
'Twould be well with you, Midas, to pity the poor who are tarrying here.
They may count to your just condemnation the tears which their hungry babes weep.
Though you harden your heart for a lifetime, and turn an adamant ear,
Their wails may pierce through to your coffin and trouble your long, last sleep.
How read you the Scriptures? What say they? "These three with the world now abide,
Hope, charity, faith, and the greatest is charity—blessed above all."
Our hands should be fruitful and open; the field for our giving is wide,