NOBODY knows when de col' winds am blowin', Whar all de po' little chillun am a-goin'. Nobody knows when de night time's hoverin' How many little ones am des'tute ob coverin'. Nobody sees, but de Lo'd done see 'em, An' bime-by de Lo'd'll tell humanity ter free 'em. Nobody knows jes' how many am in rags, A-sleepin' in de hot blocks an' 'roun' on de flags, Nobody sees all dis poverty an' woe, A-livin' on de emptyin's an' not a place ter go. Nobody sees, but de Lo'd done see 'em, An' bime-by de Lo'd'll tell humanity ter free 'em. Nobody knows whar dis poverty all comes -- How many po' folk am sleepin' in de slums. Nobody knows jes' how few am befriendin', But de good Lo'd knows dar mus' soon be an endin'. Nobody sees, but de Lo'd done see 'em, An' bime-by de Lo'd'll tell humanity ter free 'em. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 15 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |