who desired to be fed with what fell from the rich man's table; moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
She said, “Yes, Lord, yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters' table.”
But she answered him, “Yes, Lord; yet even the dogs under the table eat the children's crumbs.”
And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, full of sores,
The poor man died and was carried by the angels to Abraham's bosom. The rich man also died and was buried;
And when they had eaten their fill, he told his disciples, “Gather up the fragments left over, that nothing may be lost.”
To the present hour we hunger and thirst, we are ill-clad and buffeted and homeless,
in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food, in cold and exposure.