God’s Poor

There are many little children That in destitution roam Through this great unfriendly city, Without kindred, love or home. God alone knows where they cuddle Down to sleep, when night is nigh; God alone knows how they suffer, How they live, or when they cry. Up some dark or dingy stairway You may see them slyly creep, Or within some wretched hovel You may find them fast asleep. Knowing not the name of mother, They have never heard a prayer, Nor have listened to the story Of a...