Analysis of Contrasts

I see the tall church steeples,
 They reach so far, so far,
But the eyes of my heart see the world’s great mart,
 Where the starving people are.

I hear the church bells ringing
 Their chimes on the morning air;
But my soul’s sad ear is hurt to hear
 The poor man’s cry of despair.

Thicker and thicker the churches,
 Nearer and nearer the sky –
But alack for their creeds while the poor man’s needs
 Grow deeper as years roll by.