Question

So far another twelve month sat he priests and judged. Thrice they awarded - trice did

Heaven refuse the gift. Meanwhile a host of poor, maimed beggars in the street lay all

about the temple gate, in hope to move that love whereby each claimant hoped to win the

gift and well for them it was (if gold be charity),For every pilgrim to the temple gate

praised God, that love might thus approve itself before the test, and so coins rained freely

in the outstretched hands; but none of those who gave, so much as turned to look into the

poor sad eyes of them that begged.

And now

The second year had almost passed, but still the plate of gold , by whomsoever touched

was turned to lead. At length there came a simple pleasant - not aware of that strange

contest for the gift of God-to pay a vow within the temple. As he passed along the line of

shriveled beggars, all his soul was moved within him to sweet pity, and the tears welled

up and trembled in his eyes.




Read the poem write an appreciation of the poem in about 12 to 15 sentences with

The help of the following points. (3)

Points :-

1) Title

2) Poet

3) Theme / control idea

4) Rhyme scheme​

Answer 1

Answer:

ok

Explanation:

ok