CHILD with the hungry eyes,
The pallid mouth and brow,
And the lifted, asking hands,
I am more starved than thou.
I beg not on the street;
But where the sinner stands,
In secret place, I beg
Of God, with outstretched hands.
As thou hast asked of me,
Raising thy downcast head,
So have I asked of Him,
So trembling, have I plead.
Take this and go thy way;
Thy hunger shall soon cease.
Thou prayest but for bread,
And I, alas! for peace.
