I, like thee, have hopes and longings
Far beyond this earthly sphere.
Thou art happy,—I am sorrowing;
Thou art rich, and I am poor;
In the name of our one Father,
Do not spurn me from your door.
Thus the dark one spake, imploring,
To each stranger passing nigh;
But each child and man and woman,
Priest and Levite passed him by.