The following poem by Leah Rachel Clara Yoffie appears in Contemporary Verse, Volume 9 (1920), p. 144, as well as the St. Louis weekly newspaper, The Modern View, April 2, 1926, p. 27. While I originally found the poem browsing through the microfilm at the library, the Google Books scan of the 1920 volume is a lot clearer than the microfilm printout, so I will share that below.
I suspect from her references she may have grown up in the same slums that my Polish, Russian and Lithuanian ancestral immigrants to St. Louis did. Her plea rings strong today.Posted for the Great Genealogy Poetry Challenge
Yes, John, it does still ring true in our times. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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I have no ancestral ties to Missouri, but my father's grandparents were all from Eastern Europe and settled into a new life working in the New Jersey mills. Leah Yoffie's poem certainly reflects their lives, too. Thanks for sharing.
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