See those resplendent creatures, as they glide O'er scarlet carpet, between footmen tall,
From sumptuous carriage to effulgent hall— A dazzling vision in their pomp and pride!
See that choice supper—needless—cast aside— Though worth a thousand fortunes, counting all,
To them for whom no crumb of it will fall— The starved and homeless in the street outside.
Some day the little great god will decree That overmuch connotes the underbred,
That pampered body means an empty head,
And wealth displayed the last vulgarity.
When selfish greed becomes a social sin The world's regeneration may begin.
