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Show BOHRlCBOOi-A CHA. A strnnger proat hed l.-st ul'd.ly, And crowd? of ptop.o camo To hear a two huun sermon i)ti a theme 1 tcarco c in rum.;; 'Twbe ail aout surno h!t.tie, Tbcuiandd of miles ut'.r, Who live in a lar.d of d-ulaca, Called iiorriooojla Gha. So well Lhi ir wants ho pic'.urod, '1 hat when tho hoi was passed, Ka-.li listener felt his prckut. And goodly tuius were oust; For all must lend a shoulder I T.j p'.i'h thu rollir' ear, 1h-.t carries lt;!it and comfort To tionijbjola Gha. Tliit night their wants and s no.v3 Lity hetvy o:i my .-"ul, Ar.d in deep inmlililion, 1 t. ok my morning lr. 11, Whon somoihiiig couglit my wvmt.o WiLh cog.;rg.a.-p ai.d wild, And looking aown in wonder, I saw a lilLlo child: A pala and puny creature, In ragi and dirt Drlorn: What do you wanlV" 1 asked Ivr, Impatient to be gone; With trembling voice elio answered, "Wolivojuai down tho street, And mamma, she's a-dyirg, And we've nothirg left lo out." Down in a dark, damp cellar, With mold o'er all tho wall, Through whoso half-buried wiodowi Gods sunlight nover fills; Where cold, and want, and hunger Crouched near her as EheNyi 1 found thut poor child's melhor, Gasping her life away. A chair, a btoken tabic, A brd of moldv stiaw, A hourth all dark and llrolcss; but those 1 Crcely saw, i But llio mournful sight beforo mo, S ) sad and sickening, ol)! 1 hid nevor, nuver picmred A scone so full ol woo. Tbo famished and lha naked, The babe that pined for brenl, Tho squalid group that hudJUd Around that dying hed; All this distress ami sorrow Should bo in lomU a for; Was I mddenly triinsnorl d To liorrioboola Uha'? Ah, nol tho poor and wfrjlrhod Were ofcso beiido my door. And 1 hud pasod lhum"heodless A thousand times boforo; A I is! for Hie cold nnd hungry That met mo every day, While ail my tours were given To llio sutlbiing far away. There's work enough for Christiana In diitant lands, we know, Our Lord c:mmnnds his servants Through all iho world to go. Not only lo tho heathen; This was his command to tliem: "Go, preach tbo Word, beginning : Hero, at Jormaloiu." O Chriilian, God has promissd, "Whoe'er to such has given A cup of pure, c .Id water, .Shall tind reward in Heaven; Wruld you secure this blessing? You need not seek it fur; Go lind in yonder hovel A liorriob;ola Ghn. |
