Classic Poem

But now your City, in the spirit of Penn,
Comes to the rescue with unfaltering zeal;
Your noble women make their strong appeal
Unto the pitying tenderness of men;
Rich purses open, and the citizen
Pours out his bounty for the commonweal;
Ah, Quaker City! now, in you, we feel
The Good Samaritan has come again!
To-day you succor first your own oppressed,
And when your people wake, relief is sure;
Children, with timid faces filled with light,
Drop in the tube their little hoarded mite;
And e'en the needy come with coin—thrice blessed
Who give to others while themselves are poor!