You have . . . Princes’ parks and merchants’ homes, Tents for soldiers, ships for seamen — Aye, but ruins worse than Rome’s In your pauper men and women; Ragged children, hungry-eyed, Huddle up out of the coldness On your doorsteps, side by side, Till your footman damns their boldness.

— MRS. BROWNING, Song for the Ragged Schools.