You have . . .
Princes' parks and merchants' homes,
Tents for soldiers, ships for seamen —
Aye, but ruins worse than Rome's
In your pauper men and women;
Ragged children, hungry-eyed,
Huddle up out of the coldness
On your doorsteps, side by side,
Till your footman damns their boldness.
— MRS. BROWNING, Song for the Ragged Schools.
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