CHARITY

Unarmed she goeth; yet her hands

Strike deeper awe than steel-caparison'd 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!