Pictures in Rhyme/Street Arabs
STREET ARABS
Chattering sparrows of London town,
Tailless, perky, ragged, and brown,
With a halo of smoke around you thrown.
Up on the housetops, over the slates,
Hopping about with the quaintest of gaits,
Each one abusing, ill-using his mates.
Golden canaries in vain peep through
Golden bars. Sage birds in blue,
Chained to their perches, envy you.
Gay little gamins along the street,
Dodging across under horses' feet,
A copper for drink or sore back to beat.
Children clad in velvet and lace
Envy you, pressing each eager face
To their windows, as scattering the mud you race.
Wingless sparrows and, like them, brown,
Bullied, then bullying—when ye are grown,
What is the outcome? Make it known.
Brothers, gather these waifs of the street,
Wash off their mudstains, make them meet,
With strengthened minds, our minds to greet.