Witness (verse)
Kessler, Emile
Witness When I behold in labored fields An ox strain at its yoke, I do not laugh as others laugh Who are a thoughtless folk; And when I meet in narrow streets An ass that blocks my path, I...
...Emile Kessler...
...And when I meet in narrow streets An ass that blocks my path, I always stop to let it by Though others speak in wrath...
...Yet, they are beasts and I am man!— Their brothers I recall Who warmed a lowly Infant in A barren, frigid stall...
Vol. 3 • May 1926 • No. 26
