<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Limitations Of Benevolence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The beggar boy is none of mine,'<br>The reverend doctor strangely said;<br>'I do not walk the streets to pour<br>Chance benedictions on his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And heaven I thank who made me so.<br>That toying with my own dear child,<br>I think not on _his_ shivering limbs,<br>_His_ manners vagabond and wild.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good friend, unsay that graceless word!<br>I am a mother crowned with joy,<br>And yet I feel a bosom pang<br>To pass the little starveling boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His aching flesh, his fevered eyes<br>His piteous stomach, craving meat;<br>His features, nipt of tenderness,<br>And most, his little frozen feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft, by my fireside's ruddy glow,<br>I think, how in some noisome den,<br>Bred up with curses and with blows,<br>He lives unblest of gods or men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot snatch him from his fate,<br>The tribute of my doubting mind<br>Drops, torch-like, in the abyss of ill,<br>That skirts the ways of humankind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as my heart's desire would leap<br>To help him, recognized of none,<br>I thank the God who left him this,<br>For many a precious right foregone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother, whom I scarcely knew,<br>Bequeathed this bond of love to me;<br>The heart parental thrills for all<br>The children of humanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+Ward+Howe">Julia Ward Howe</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=427868" data-title="Limitations Of Benevolence de Julia Ward Howe" data-description="'The beggar boy is none of mine,' The reverend doctor strangely said; 'I do not walk the streets to pour Chance benedictions on his head. 'And heaven I thank who made me so. That toying with my own dear child, I think not on _his_ shivering limbs..."></div> </div> </div>

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