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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>City Contrasts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A barefooted child on the crossing,<br>Sweeping the mud away,<br>A lady in silks and diamonds,<br>Proud of the vain display;<br>A beggar blind on the curbstone,<br>A rich man passing along;<br>A tiny child with a tambourine<br>Wailing out her life in song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A pauper in lone hearse passing,<br>Hurried away to the tomb;<br>A train of carriages, music grand,<br>And the flutter of waving plume.<br>For the one there is never a mourner,<br>He cumbered the earth alway;<br>For the other the flags at half-mast droop,<br>And the city wears black today.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soldier with one sleeve empty,<br>That sadly hangs by his side,<br>Another shuffling along the walk<br>In the flush of health and pride;<br>A cripple-girl slowly toiling<br>Through the vexed and crowded street,<br>And tearfully gazing at those who pass<br>With hearts as light as their feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wreck of a woman flaunting,<br>As if proud of her very shame,<br>A purer sister whose modest cheeks<br>Would crimson e'en at the name;<br>A petty thief stealing in terror,<br>Afraid in your face to gaze,<br>And one who has robbed by the thousands,<br>Courting the sun's broad blaza.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The millionaire in his carriage,<br>The workman plodding along,<br>The humble follower of the right,<br>And the slave of the giant wrong;<br>The murderer seeking a refuge,<br>Looking ever wearily back,<br>And the sleuth hounds of the broken law<br>Following silently in his track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The judge, freed now of the ermine,<br>Pompous of place and power,<br>And the shivering wretch his word will doom<br>To prison within an hour;<br>The miser clutching his pennies,<br>The spendthrift squandering gold,<br>The meeked-eyed Sister of Mercy,<br>And the woman brazen and bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The widow, in weeds of blackness,<br>Meets the bride at the church door--<br>The future for one holds nothing but tears,<br>But joy for the other in store.<br>A cradle jostles a coffin--<br>Orange-flowers, with honeyed breath,<br>Are wove by the self-same fingers<br>That but now made a cross for death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dives and Lazarus elbow<br>Each other whene'er they meet,<br>And the crumbs from the rich man's table<br>Feed the beggar upon the street.<br>And penury crowdeth plenty,<br>And sin stalks boldly abroad,<br>And the infidel holds his head proudly<br>As the child of the living God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bee in its ceaseless searching<br>Finds sweets in each flower fair,<br>And the noisome spider, creeping up,<br>Finds nothing but poison there.<br>And so life is made up of contrasts--<br>Rich and poor, coward and brave,<br>Virtue and vice, and all will find<br>Equality in the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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Sweeping the mud away,
A lady in silks and diamonds,
Proud of the vain display;
A beggar blind on the curbstone,
A rich man passing along;
A tiny child with a tambourine
Wailing out her life in song.

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