All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.
Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.
A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For Christ's sweet sake and charity.
O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born! That Pentecost when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all shall say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven!
Large charity doth never soil, but only whitens soft white hands.
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