PLOT
"Who are you, wonderful creature,
Who are you, man?
The garment of your soul
A bright robe woven of starry rays,
And your body
Worn rags cover your body.
Your family is hungry, you are hungry yourself,
And it is your Sunday,
If soft bread should chance to be
On your tableclothless table,
And what is there for you and yours
Thou canst not get,
The world at large
Thou strivest to make the world happy."