Whene’er I walk the public ways,
How many poor that lack ablution
Do probe my heart with pensive gaze,
And beg a trivial contribution!
"The bitter Cry of the great Unpaid" in In Cap and Bells (1899), p. 76. Compare "Whene’er I walk this beauteous earth, How many poor I see, But as I never speaks to them, They never speaks to me", from an anonymous travesty.