The ice-bound pond, and the highway hard,
Are all our foes. And no Union door,
No Refuge warm is for us unbarred;
We, we are the helpless deserving poor:
So Christians thoughtful, gentle and good,
Warm by fire-side or snug in bed,
Be sure your bounty, of broken food,
For us on pathways and lawns is spread;
For we're poor, and hungry, and frozen out.
We may not thank you in eloquent words;