Said pious Watts, and thanked the Lord that not so poor was he.
I see so many poor to-day I think I’ll walk no more,
And then the poor in long array come knocking at my door.
The hungry poor! The dirty poor! The poor of evil smell!
Yet even these we could endure if they were only well!
But, O, this sick and crippled crew! The lame, the deaf, the blind!
What can a Christian person do with these upon his mind!
They keep diseases growing still like plants on greenhouse shelves,
And they’re so generous they will not keep them to themselves;
They propagate amazing crimes and vices scandalous,