Classic Poem

I've seen a woman kneeling down
In the dirty street.
An' she took no heed of her tattered gown,
Or the broken boots on her feet;
An' she took no heed of the people there,
Rich and poor that would stand and stare
At a woman kneeling in prayer
In the street.

For the thing that she spied
At the back of the great shop window pane
Was a cross with a Figure crucified.
She took no heed of the driving rain,
An' thim that would turn to look again;
She took no heed of the noisy street,
But knelt down there at her Saviour's feet.
What matter at all what the place might be?
To one poor soul it was Calvary.