Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness

760 Most she touched me by her muteness— Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity— Were a Crumb my whole possession— Were there famine in the land— Were it my resource from starving— Could I such a plea withstand— Not upon her knee to thank me Sank this Beggar from the Sky— But the Crumb partook—departed— And returned On High— I supposed—when sudden Such a Praise began 'Twas as Space sat singing To herself—and men— 'Twas the Winged Beggar— Afterward I learned To her Benefactor Making Gratitude