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I see the tall church steeples- / They reach so far, so far; / But the eyes of my heart see the world's great mart / Where the starving people are.
I hear the church bells ringing / Their chimes on the morning air; / But my soul's sad ear is hurt to hear / The poor man's cry of despair.
Thicker and thicker the churches, / Nearer and nearer the sky- / But alack for their creeds while the poor man's needs / Grow deeper as years roll by!