Author Arthur Guiterman Thou, Whom rich and poor adore, Grant me fifty millions more, Earned or pilfered, foul or pure; From man's law hold me secure. So, when I have gained of gold All my coffers well can hold, I may give, O Lord, for Thee, One-sixteenth in Charity. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments