From The Birmingham Age Herald, February 23, 1915. By Dana Burnet.
The Starving Men they walk the dusk,
With hunger in their eyes.
To them a Lighted House is like
A lamp of Paradise.
It is the Window in the dusk
That marks the drifter’s coast;
It is the thought of Love and Light
That mocks the drifter most.
Now I have been a Starving Man
And walked the winter dusk;
And I have known how life may be
A Heaven and a Husk.
The Fainting Hands they pulled my sleeve,
And bade me curse the Light.
But I had seen a Rich Man’s face
That looked into the night.
A hungry face, a brother face,
That stared into the gloom,
And starved for Life and starved for Love
Within a lighted room.