dreamed.
On such wise, wide, benevolent lines, with no bondage of class or
of creed.
But the helpless Five Hundred still swell, and the Sisterhood feel
sorest need
Of enlarging their borders and branches. The children especially
swarm,
And for every poor, pale, helpless mite, who can here find a
pallet and form,
Home, food, clothing, schooling, life-settlement, _love_, there
are hundreds for whom
And their piteous appeal the response must unwillingly come, "No
more room!",
Room, not in their hearts but their wards is this unselfish
Sisterhood's lack;
There you, my dear Madam, can help, if your purse-strings a little
you'll slack.
The Home for Poor Age, Helpless Childhood, Incurable Sickness,
depends
Not on fees or on wealthy endowments, but alms and free service of
friends.
Gifts, not only of money, but garments and furniture, beds,
tables, chairs,
The Nazareth ladies will welcome--Come! Is there a Christian who
cares
For God's poor and the Christ-welcomed children, who will not
respond in some way
To the modest appeal of these ladies, who care for the Waif and
the Stray?