O! Pause A While, Whoe'Er Thou Art - Poem by Christopher Anstey
O! pause a while, whoe'er thou art,
That drink'st this healing Stream;
If e'er Compassion o'er thy Heart
Diffus'd its heav'nly Beam,
Think on the Wretch, whose distant Lot
This friendly Aid denies;
Think how, in some poor, lonely Cot,
He unregarded lies!
Hither the helpless Stranger bring,
Relieve his heart--felt Woe,
And let thy Bounty, like this Spring,
In genial Currents flow:
So may thy Years from Grief, and Pain,
And pining Want be free,
And thou from Heav'n that Mercy gain,
The Poor receive from thee.
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