English poem
AN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS.
by Eugene Field
THROUGH all my life the poor shall find In me a constant friend; And on the meek of every kind My mercy shall attend.
The dumb shall never call on me In vain for kindly aid; And in my hands the blind shall see A bounteous alms displayed.
In all their walks the lame shall know And feel my goodness near; And on the deaf will I bestow My gentlest words of cheer.
'Tis by such pious works as these, Which I delight to do, That men their fellow-creatures please, And please their Maker too.