And so in light did long to give,
But did not for what else to give,
Slowly sees himself in wonder,
Did not ever thought to wander,
His item the famed worthy great,
Looks left and right is not a fate,
Breathes again a shallow sigh,
Parts from him is that so nigh,
The less of the others a thought,
Is he afforded for that he bought,
Tears that stained the clothes so damp,
Knows it is he himself to revamp.
A charity is come for small,
Nor they’re never here for all,
By bag and knock to collect,
In light of those to protect,
Hands them the most to part,
Sees them smile as he departs,
Knows himself better than strife,
Thinks for the first time in life,
Ere lives change not to forget;
The symbol drawn is not regret,
Once more happy is his gain,
A heart beating at once again.