Classic Poem

He only looked like a Beggar-man,
As ragged, just, as any.
But he might have been an Angel, too.
So I gave him my penny.

I waited, till I thought I saw
Him shining through. And when he
Held out his hand, I watched for what
Would happen to my penny.

He might have been an Angel, too!
But I know he wasn't any.
For he frowned at me, like that you see,
When it wasn't but One penny.

And now that's gone; and I don't care.
I'd rather not have any,
Than keep it, if an Angel came
And asked me for my penny.