Sympathy sank into his soul, and the pitied one felt happier:
Anon passed by a cavalcade, children of wealth and gaiety;
They laughed, and looked upon the beggar, and the gallants flung him gold;
He, poor spirit-humbled wretch, gathered up their givings with a curse,
And went—to share it with his brother, the beggar who had pitied him!
OF BEAUTY.
Thou mightier than Manoah's son, whence is thy great strength,