<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421698" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poor Can Feed the Birds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly shod,<br>The poor pass to the pond: not far away<br>The spires go up to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shyly they come from the unpainted lane;<br>Coats have they made of old unhappiness<br>That keeps in every pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rich have fear, perchance their God is dim;<br>’Tis with the hope of stored-up happiness<br>They build the spires to Him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rich go out in clattering pomp and dare<br>In the most holy places to insult<br>The deep Benevolence there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ’tis the poor who make the loving words.<br>Slowly they stoop; it is a Sacrament:<br>The poor can feed the birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old, it is old, this scattering of the bread,<br>Deep as forgiveness, or the tears that go<br>Out somewhere to the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The feast of love, the love that is the cure<br>For all indignities—it reigns, it calls,<br>It chains us to the pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seldom they speak of God, He is too dim;<br>So without thought of after happiness<br>They feed the birds for Him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rich men walk not here on the green sod,<br>But they have builded towers, the timorous<br>That still go up to God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still will the poor go out with loving words;<br>In the long need, the need for happiness<br>The poor can feed the birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Shaw+Neilson">John Shaw Neilson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421698" data-title="The Poor Can Feed the Birds de John Shaw Neilson" data-description="Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly shod, The poor pass to the pond: not far away The spires go up to God. Shyly they come from the unpainted lane; Coats have they made of old unhappiness That keeps in every pain. The rich have fear, perchance th..."></div> </div> </div>

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