Classic Poem

Children in a sand-pile
On a dingy street ...
Building men had left it there,
Little did they think or care
Children small would find it fair
And run with eager feet.

Children in a sand-pile
On a golden day,
Glory! How their eager cries
Filled the city clouded skies
As with unrestrained surprise
They found that they could play.

Children in a sand-pile —
Life seemed all complete!
Never knew they beach, or sea,
Mountain, field, or stream, or tree ...
God be thanked that yet there be
Sand-piles in the street.