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WINTER IN ARMENIA

(AN APPEAL TO THE LADIES OF ENGLAND)

Ye that lie warm at night whilst cold winds blow,
Whose very lap-dogs sleep on silk and down,
From your luxurious homes in shire and town
In pity let your plenty overflow
For these, your sisters, starving in the snow
Of lands laid waste, whose cries of anguish, blown
Across five seas, re-echo to your own,
And call to you for succour in their woe.
Ye that have mourn'd for father, husband, son,
Snatch'd from your arms despite your anxious care,
Let tender thought of such belovèd one
Move you to make an answer to their pray'r
Who saw their dead lie naked 'neath the sun,
And watch'd the vultures gath'ring in the air!