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.
Contrasts
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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