For A Charity Fair

Some poor man in need
To bless and to feed,
I bring at its worth,
This day of my birth,
A book,-from my youth I must own.
But Who in His power
Gave bud and gave flower,
To bread can transform
In want's winter-storm
Each leaf that my Springtime has grown.

poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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