Quick glances at the dainty meal;
And then his purple lips do bless
The heart that pitied his distress.
At home, how will the meagre ones
Clutch at those broken bits of bread!
How will they banquet on those bones,
Like ravens feasting on the dead!
A dainty stomach would refuse
Such food; but ‘beggars cannot choose:’
They relish what the rich condemn,