HUNGRY and naked, cold and poor,
All full of grief and sin,
I dragged myself to the temple door,
Where sat one high within.
Her lofty brow was stern and white,
Her eyes saw nothing here,
But gazed above, beyond my plight,
Into some distant sphere.
I feared! But ah, my feet — they bled!
My hope in the temple lay!
So creeping near, I murmured, "Bread!"
And sank in the wide door-way.
