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Show i . THE TYORLD FRQM THE SIDEWALK j Dia you ever stand in tho crowded street i . I?,tbe glare of the city lamp, ; And list to the tread of tho million fset in their quaintly musical tramp? As the surging crowd go to and fro Tia a pleasant sight, I ween, . I lo mark the figures that come and go i In the ever-changing scene. Here the publican walks with the sinner j proud, j And the priest in his gloomy cowl, j And Dives walks in the motley crowd i With Lazarus, cheek by jowl; ' And tho daughter of toil with her fresh i young heart As pure as her spotless fame, j Keeps step with the woman who makes her , mart I In the haunts of sin and shame. How lightlv trips the country lass In the midst of the city's ills, As freshly pure as the daisied grass That grows on her native hills 1 And the beggar, too, with his hungry eye, And his lean, wan face and crutch. Gives a blessing the same to the passer-bv Aa he gives them little or much. When time has beaten the world's tattoo, And in dusky armor dight, Is treading with echoless footsteps through The gloom of the silent night, -How many of these shall be daintily fed And shall sink to slumber sweet, While many will go to a sleepless bed And never a crumb to eat I Ah me! when the hours go joyful by, How little we stop to heed -Our brothers' and"Bister8' despairing cry In their woe and their bitter need Tet such a world as the angels sought This world of ours we'd call,-If call,-If the brotherly love that the Father taught. Was felt by each for all. Yet a few short years and this niotoly throng Will all have passed away, And the rich and the poor, and the old and the young, . Will be undistinguished clay. . And lips that laugh and lips that moan Shall in silence alike be sealed, And some will lie under Btatelv stones. And some in the Potter's field. But the sun will be shining just as bright, And so will the silvery moon, And just such a crowd will be here nt night, And just such a crowd at noon; And men will be wicked and women will sin, j As ever since Adam's fall, i With the same old world to labor in, And the same God over all. . |