My brother, I am hungry,—give me food br Such as my Father gives me at his board; br He has for many years been to thee good, br Thou canst a morsel then to me afford; br I do not ask of thee a grain of that br Thou offerest when I call on thee for bread; br This is not of the wine nor olive fat, br But those who eat of this like thee are dead; br I ask the love the Father has for thee, br That thou should'st give it back to me again; br This shall my soul from pangs of hunger free, br And on my parched spirit fall like rain; br Then thou wilt prove a brother to my need, br For in the cross of Christ thou too canst bleed.