There is a little village that I know,

A hungry village by a hungry sea,

As worn and grey as any calvary!

The hungry shadows ate the sunshine up;

The children cried, the women wailed at morn;

The very Christ looked hungry on the Cross;

When lo! a miracle! for suddenly

The starving, haggard folk began to laugh,

The tender green put forth, the flowers bloomed,

Blue shone the sky, the lark sang overhead,