THE CONTRAST.
"Oh, listen in mercy, ye sons of wealth,
Basking in comfort, and glowing with health!
Give whate'er ye can spare, and be ye sure,
He serveth his Master who aideth the poor."
Eliza Cook.
Basking in comfort, and glowing with health!
Give whate'er ye can spare, and be ye sure,
He serveth his Master who aideth the poor."
Eliza Cook.
The night was cold, and drear, and shrill
The winds blew loud o'er heath and hill;
The darkening clouds were gathering fast,
And strong trees bowed 'neath the sullen blast;
While a few pale stars with faint ray shone
O'er a lowly cot and a stately home.
The winds blew loud o'er heath and hill;
The darkening clouds were gathering fast,
And strong trees bowed 'neath the sullen blast;
While a few pale stars with faint ray shone
O'er a lowly cot and a stately home.
That stately home was a palace fair,
And comfort and light and warmth were there,
And young feet danced with footsteps light,
And fair forms shone in the clear lamp-light;
No fears for them had the storm without—
They answered it oft with a merry shout.
And comfort and light and warmth were there,
And young feet danced with footsteps light,
And fair forms shone in the clear lamp-light;
No fears for them had the storm without—
They answered it oft with a merry shout.
