Poems (Coolidge)/"Unto Me"
"UNTO ME"
I am an hungered; yearnings fill my soul; Hast thou no crust to give my bitter need? Under whose banner didst thou once enroll? 'Tis for His sake I plead.
Athirst am I! do not the cup withhold,— But give it me, I pray, o'erflowing still And say, "Oh! wanderer from the Shepherd's fold, For His dear sake, I will."
Upon thy threshold speak the kindly word; A stranger knocks,—show him an open door; By One thy tone of welcome shall be heard; For His sake I implore.
Oh! let the garment of thy love enfold, And by thy pity all my suffering share; For One has loved thee with a love untold: "For His sake." is my prayer.
In prison! yet, to me in mercy come,— For by thy love shall fetters loosened be; So shalt thou hear in tender welcome home, "Ye did it unto me."