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.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem Contrasts

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