Is it to quit the dish
Of flesh, yet still
To fill
The platter high with fish?Is it to fast an hour,
Or ragg’d to go,
Or show
A down-cast look and sour?No: ‘tis a Fast to dole
Thy sheaf of wheat
And meat
Unto the hungry soul.It is to fast from strife
And old debate,
And hate;
To circumcise thy life.To show a heart grief–rent;
To starve thy sin,
Not bin;
And that’s to keep thy Lent.
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