The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1875-03-06

Is there no place on the face of the earth,
Where charity dwelleth, where virtue has
| birth?
Where bosoms in kindness and mercy Will
| heavc,
And the well-dreSscd man ask and receive?
| An! search this wide city, wherever you can
There IL no open door to the moneyless man
Go look Into the hall where chandeliers
light,
Drives OF with It's splendor the darkness of
night,
Where the rich hanging velvet, in shadowy
fold,
Sweeps down with its trimmings of gold
Go there in your patches ana find II you can,
A welcoming smile for the money less man.
Go look in your church of the cloud reaching
| spire,
which, gives back to the sun his same look
of fire;
Where the arches and columns are gorgeous
| within,
And the walls seem as pure as soul with
Walk down in your patches, and find If you
| can,
Who opens pew for the moneyless man.
Go look at the banks, where Mammon has
| told
His hundreds and thousands of silver and
Where safe from the hands of the starving
and poor,
ASK and you'll find at The bank, not one of
| the clan,
| With money to lend to the moneylesssman.
Go home from the keno-so home TO your
Console your wife who has suffered so long
Kneel down by By her bedside and kiss the
From the lips of a dear one, your gambling
| has lost
Go work for your bread, do what you can,
And you'll tind there is money for the
| moneyless man.
| tI,.. pntIx
THE MGNEYLEsS MAN.
Is there no place on the face of the earth,
Where charity dwelleth, where virtue has
Where bosoms in kindness and mercy will
heaVe,
And the poor and the wrctched shall ask and
Is there no place on earth where II knock
| from the poor
win bring IL kind angel to open the door:
An! search the wide world Wherever you can,
| There is no open door for the moneyless man.
Go loo: in the hall where the chandelier
Drives .of with its splcndor the darkness of
night;
Where tie the rich hanging velvet in shad-
cwy fold,
Sweeps gracefully down, with It's trimmings
Of gold,
And mirrors of silver take up and renew
| In long lighted vistas the 'wilderiug view;
| Go there in your patches, and find If you can
A welcoming smile for the moneyless man
Go look in your church of the cloud-reaching
spire,
Witch gives back to the sun the SEINE look
of fire,
Where the arches and columns are gorgeous
| within,
And the walls seem as pure as a soul without
| sin; .|.
90 down the long aisle-see the rich and the
| great
In the pomp and the pride of their worldly
| estate:
Walk down in your patches, and find If you
| can,
Who opens pew for the moneyless man.
Go look to your judges, in dark flowing gown,
With the scales wherein law quietly weigh
eth down,
the strong,
And punishes right wh'lo he justihes wrong;
| Where Jurors their lips on the Bible have
To render verdict they've already made,
Go there in the cOurt-room and find If you
| ANY law for the case of u moneylcss man.
Go look in the banks, where Mammon has
! told
| His hundreds ana Thousands OF silver and
| golG;
Where sac from the hands of the starving
and poor.
Lie Pile upon pi e OF the glitteIing ore;
| Walk up to the countrr--uh, there You may
Til ,opr limbs have grown old ana your
And you'll nnd at The bank not one of the
! elan
With money to lend to II moneyless man.
Then go'to your hovcl--no raven has fed
The wife vino has suffered so long for her
bread
Kneel down by her pallet and kiss the death
frost
From the lips of the angel your Poverty lost
Then turn in your agony up 10 God,
And bless while it smitcs you, the chasten-
ing rod
And you'll find at the end of life's little span
There's welcome above for The moneyless
man.
This beautiful poem was composed
years ago by Henry stanton, Of Mays
Vile, Kentucky. Such gems of poetry
are not often met, written by authors
whose names are never known in his
tory.
Any one with II very good eye or Il
very powerful microscope can dis
cover the originality in the poem,
which the Commercials contributor
has evolved from his iEner entity.
Tennyson will have 10 take back seat
"a new Texan poet laureate whirls
into the poetical firmament.
'Tbou wear lions hide!
Doff It for shame, and hanga
Calls skin on those recreaDt limbs"
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