Give the Friendless Charity

Edward loves me, Clara cry'd, But she knew him full of pride; In a beggar's habit dress'd, Put his feelings to the test; As he proudly passed by, She entreated Charity.

With a high disdainful look He but little notice took, Saying, do not trouble me, I have nought to do with thee; Still his Clara drew more nigh, Crying, sir, your Charity!

While she spake, a gentle gale, Blue aside her humble veil, And expos'd her lovely face, When he slacken'd in his pace; But she still, with down-cast eye, Cry'd, dear sir, your Charity!

Soon as he her face beheld, All the myst'ry was reveal'd; Saying, while he seiz'd her hand, Listen now to my demand; While thus suppliant on my knee, Give thy Edward Charity.

Beggar'd he must ever be, Doom'd to endless misery; Clara, smiling, now reply'd, Seeing she had check'd his pride, All your love, dear youth, give me, Give the friendless Charity!