“To whom dost lend of thy daily store?”
“To my three boys at school. You see,
When I am too feeble to toil any more,
They will care for their mother and me.”
“And thy last two groschen?” the monarch said.
“My sisters are old and lame;
I give them two groschen for raiment and bread,
All in the Father’s name.”
Tears welled up in the good king’s eyes—
“Thou knowest me not,” said he;