Jacob Riis

“ I have heard the dropping of their tears In heaven these eighteen hundred years." "O Lord and Master, not ones the guilt, We build but as our fathers built; Behold thine images, how they stand, Sovereign and sole, through all our land." Then Christ sought out an artisan, A low-browed, stunted, haggard man, And a motherless girl, whose fingers thin Pushed from her faintly want and sin. ”

“ Preface The belief that every man's experience ought to be worth something to the community from which he drew it, no matter what that experience may be, so long as it was gleaned along the line of some decent, honest work, made me begin this book. ”