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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