Chapter 28 Ascension Day

can this be the best on fertile land seeing babies in dire condition Raised by cold moneylender hands? Can crying be considered singing? Could it be a happy song? So many unfortunate children It's almost barren land there is no sunshine barren land The road is networked with thorns Ice and snow all year round where is the sunshine Where is the rain and dew nourishing baby won't starve there would be no frightening poverty Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurious hand? Is that trembling cry a song?

Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty? And their sun does never shine. And their ways are bleak & bare. And their ways are filled with thorns. It is eternal winter there. For where—eer the sun does shine, And where-eer the rain does fall: Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.