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!