Did not mean the world He made to be
Such a dark and dreary place.
I would not mind if they’d only give
A little less meager pay,
And spare me a moment’s time to grieve,
With a little while to pray.
But until these far-off blessings come,
I may neither weep nor kneel;
For, alas! ’twould cost me a precious crumb
Of my sad to-morrow’s meal.