He begged and shuffled on; <br />Sometimes he stopped to throw <br />A bit and benison <br />To sparrows in the snow, <br />And clap a frozen ear <br />And curse the bitter cold. <br />God send the good man cheer <br />And quintal hundredfold.<br /><br />Ralph Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-11/
