_But mud-pies blacken; glass gives pain, And laughing eyes are turned to gain 'Mid cold and hunger, snow and rain._ _God shield thee, tangled head bent down Within a city's gutter! Poor lily of the noisome town! Strange incense, shed o'er stranger ground!_ * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Simple typographical and spelling errors were corrected. Punctuation and spelling were made consistent when a predominant preference was found in this work; otherwise they were not changed. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Survey, Volume XXX, Number 1, April 5, 1913, by Various