THE PARK PLACE HORROR
Copyright, 1891, by Henry J. Wehman.
Written by George Cooper.
A cry of horror fills the land, how many weeping ones
Lament the fate of husbands dear, of daughters and of sons;
Without a moment's warning heard, while life was bright and fair,
The dark death-angel hovered o'er, and scattered wild despair.
Oh! pity now those stricken hearts that moan in agony,
And pity now those weeping eyes no more their loved to see.
Where toiled the throng for bread, all day, dark ruin now is seen;
And blackened embers mark the spot where cheerful smiles have been;
The hour of noon had hardly past When death, with sudden stroke,
Felled to the earth this shrine of toil as lightning fells the oak.--Chorus.
How little thought those hearts, so light, that left their homes that day,
They nevermore on earth should meet night's welcome warm and gay;
The mother now is lonely there, the father looks in vain
To greet the children of his heart within that home again.-Chorus.
Oh, aid the desolate, ye rich! heed ye their hearts appeal!
How many now are suffering with wounds that ne'er shall heal?
Give to that home where poverty now prowls like wolf at bay,
Oh! give the comfort that it needs and cheer sad hearts to-day.-Chorus.