How sad she looked in the muddy street,
As the world went rumbling by,
"Help me,"  she whispered to the trotting feet,
But no one heard her cry.

Perhaps a passer stopped to look,
But none would stop to aid
So to her knees she sadly took
And through her tears she prayed,

And as she knelt in pouring rain
The sun shone through the clouds
And made a little shining stain
Of light upon the crowds