CHARITY
Reading edition
By George Parsons Lathrop
Unarmed she goeth, yet her hands Strike deeper awe than steel-caparisoned bands, No fatal hurt of foe she fears,— Veiled, as with mail, in mist of gentle tears. ’Gainst her thou canst not bar the door; Like air she enters; where none dared before. Even to the rich she can forgive Their regal selfishness,—and let them live!