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“University Settlements” in East London.
They come brave-hearted from high learning's seat,With wealth of Art and Culture's gracious lore,
To offer, with free welcome, of their store
To weary toilers in the dismal street.
‘These homes,’ they cry, ‘we will make bright and sweet,
‘Into these empty lives our fulness pour;
‘Perchance where love and beauty go before
‘Some path may open for an Angel's feet.’
Yet weary souls scarce lift a listless eye
To scan the proffered boon, and so pass by.
Ah! what if Angel feet best lead the way,
And thoughts of God wake men as from the dead,
Dreams of new beauty visit souls that pray,
And Art but follow whither Faith hath led?
(1885.)
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