A HAND TO TAKE
... (er CHARLES MACKAY.) You're rich, and yet you are not proud You are not selfish, hard, or vain You look upon the common crowd With sympathy, and not disdain You'd travel far to share your gold With humble sorrow unconsoled; You'd raise the orphan from the dust, And help the sad and widowved mother Give me your hand-you shall-you must- I love you as a brother. You're poor, and yet you do not ...