Therefore is she kind unto her kin, yearning in affection on her neighbours,
Giving gifts to those around, who know and love her well.
But the counterfeit of charity, an hypocrite of earth, not a grace of heaven,
Seeketh not to bless at home, for her nearer aspect is ill-favoured:
Therefore hideth she for shame, counting that pride humility,
And none of those around her hearth are gladdened by her gifts:
Rather, with an overreaching zeal, flingeth she her bounty to the stranger,
And scattered prodigalities abroad compensate for meanness in her home:
For benefits showered on the distant shine in unmixed beauty,
So that even she may reap their undiscerning praise: