Beneath the charity

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. Read More