Unto the least


MWSA Secretary
The beggar's hand stretched forth in silent plea:
I turned away, nor did I care to see;
So busy was I with my own affairs,
I gave no thought to other people's cares.
That night I dreamed a vision of the Cross,
And of the Christ whose death was mankind's loss;
His dying lips moved-plainly could I see
"Who gives unto the least, gives unto Me."
Next day I hurried to the public square;
The ragged beggar still stood mutely there.
I gave him coin as quickly by I trod,
Then, turning, recognized the face of God.