went up and down the streets
and there by day and night,
all hours of the night caring for the poor
you know why?
wife hated me, my son went to the dogs.
I turned to the people and poured out my
it was to see the crowds about the lawns
the day of my funeral,
hear them murmur their love and sorrow.
oh, dear God, my soul trembled, scarcely able
hold to the railing of the new life
I saw Em Stanton behind the oak tree
herself, and her grief!