Classic Poem

With fingers long and thin, a crooked crone
From frozen garbage dug a meaty bone.
A stranger, passing, saw the wretched dame,
And less in charity than human shame
He dropped a silver coin, in stealthy wise,
As if it might have fallen from the skies,
Upon the hand that shivered for the meat
Rejected from the board for dogs to eat.

As from his deed the blushing stranger ran,
Up rose the woman, with a visage wan;
Her grateful eyes sought heaven. God was there;—
He is a God who hears and answers prayer.