CONTRASTS

I see the tall church steeples,
    They reach so far, so far;
But the eyes of my heart see the world's great mart
    Where the starving people are.

I hear the church bells ringing
    Their chimes on the morning air;
But my soul's sad ear is hurt to hear
    The poor man's cry of despair

Thicker and thicker the churches,
    Nearer and nearer the sky---
But alack for their creeds while the poor man's needs
    Grow deeper as years roll by.

Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.


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