MUCH have we cursed the city. It has been Reviled of old as Mammon's very own, A heartless labyrinth of steel and stone Devoid of pity, peace and love; wherein The gilded gamblers cast the dice of sin, And with their wanton wages build a throne To Moloch Greed, deaf to the undertone Of ominous woe which wails beneath the din. Yet have we this dark picture overpainted, Remembering not that Faith and Charity Walk even in the marts with vices tainted, And cities shelter Him of Galilee, While there are kindly men whose souls are sainted By secret acts of broad humanity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD COW FARM by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE STORY OF AUGUSTUS WHO WOULD NOT HAVE ANY SOUP by HEINRICH HOFFMANN CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS UNVEILING THE MONUMENT by LEVI BISHOP HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH A STORY AT DUSK by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE LONG DAY IN THE OPEN by EDWARD CARPENTER |