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White Slaves; or, the Oppression of the Worthy Poor by Banks, Louis Albert
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A word from our supporters: File extension IGS | Zoe Dana Underhill sings, in _Harper's Magazine_, a song the modern Church needs to learn, until its great heart shall throb with its spirit. 'Make scythe and sickle keen, And bring me the grain from the uplands, And the grass from the meadows green, And from off the mist-clad marshes, Where the salt waves fret and foam, Ye shall gather the rustling sedges, To furnish the harvest-home. We will bring Thee the yellow grain That waves on the windy hillside, And the tender grass from the plain; But that which springs on the marshes Is dry and harsh and thin, Unlike the sweet field-grasses, So we will not gather it in.' For many a weary day, Through storm and drought, ye have labored For the grain and the fragrant hay. The generous earth is fruitful, And breezes of summer blow Where these, in the sun and the dews of heaven, Have ripened soft and slow. Hath never a plough been set, And with rapine and rage of hungry waves The shivering soil is wet. There flower the pale green sedges, And the tides that ebb and flow, And the biting breath of the sea-wind Are the only care they know. Their food hath been sharp sea-sand; And yet they have yielded a harvest Unto the Master's hand. So shall ye all, O reapers, Honor them now the more, And garner in gladness, with songs of praise, The grass from the desolate shore.'" X.OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, THE BOSTON PAUPERS.An image of Him who died on the tree; * * * * * Mild Mary's Son, acknowledge me; Behold, through Him, I give to thee!'" --James Russell Lowell: _Sir Launfal_. "Now there was a certain rich man and he was clothed in purple and fine linen, faring sumptuously every day: and a certain beggar named Lazarus was laid at his gate full of sores." "Inasmuch as ye did it unto one of these my brethren, even these least, ye did it unto Me." |