Is this a fast , - to keep
The larder lean,
And clean,
From fat of veal and sheep?
Is it to quit the dish
Of flesh, yet still
To fill
The platter high with fish?
Is it to fast an hour,
Or ragged to go,
Or show
A downcast 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,
From 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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