<h2><SPAN name="poem41"></SPAN>CONTRASTS</h2>
<p class="poetry">I see the tall church steeples—<br/>
They reach so far, so far;<br/>
But the eyes of my heart see the world’s great mart<br/>
Where the starving people are.</p>
<p class="poetry"> I hear the church bells
ringing<br/>
Their chimes on the morning air;<br/>
But my soul’s sad ear is hurt to hear<br/>
The poor man’s cry of despair.</p>
<p class="poetry">Thicker and thicker the churches,<br/>
Nearer and nearer the sky—<br/>
But alack for their creeds while the poor man’s needs<br/>
Grow deeper as years roll by!</p>
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