And women and Sunday
All mixed with dimes and
Dollars and clean spittoons
And house rent to pay.
Hey, boy!
A bright bowl of brass is beautiful to the Lord.
Bright polished brass like the cymbals
Of King David's dancers,
Like the wine cups of Solomon.
Hey, boy!
A clean spittoon on the altar of the Lord.
A clean bright spittoon all newly polished—
At least I can offer that.
Com'mere, boy!
We get a closing sense that even though we cannot do everything– get all the spittoons shined, or bills paid– we can get some things done and make some progress. The boy in the poem still can get the spittoons shined and can worship the lord and provide offerings no matter how much or how little. While the words appear to be those of a defeated person, there is also a feeling of hope and satisfaction; there is something even the spittoon cleaner can offer to his god. 
 But notice that this isn’t  quite  the final line…
Brass Spittoons