STRONG MOMENTS

Sometimes I hear fine ladies sing,

Sometimes I smoke and drink with men;

Sometimes I play at games of cards —

Judge me to be no strong man then.

The strongest moment of my life

Is when I think about the poor;

When, like a spring that rain has fed,

My pity rises more and more.

The flower that loves the warmth and light,

Has all its mornings bathed in dew;

My heart has moments wet with tears,

My weakness is they are so few.