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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Contrasts.
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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.
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