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Poem May 11, 1935 Issue

These, My Brethren

CHARLES EDWIN ANDERSON

An angel's blessing came to thee,
Yet thou didst see no angel there,
But only this poor tattered waif
For whom mankind had ceased to care.

The cooling cup thou gavest him,
The crust of bread shared lovingly,
Thy mercy to this lowly one—
'Twas tender mercy unto me.

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