What matter the pangs of a husband and father,
If his sorrows in exile be great or be small,
So the Pharisee's glories around her she gather,
And the saint patronizes her 'charity ball!'
What matters--a heart which, though faulty, was feeling,
Be driven to excesses which once could appal--
That the sinner should suffer is only fair dealing,
As the saint keeps her charity back for 'the ball'!
The Charity Ball
George Gordon Byron
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Poem topics: father, heart, husband, great, small, matter, saint, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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