. The land of inner light; an essay in prose and verse . 34. PART II.—OTHER POEMS Cije «£iaue of tfje JptU Within a busy, thriving town, With work for many hands,Wrhile railroad trains rush to and fro, Close by a stream there standsA large and stately cotton mill, The pride of country round;Employment sure it gives to all Within its whistles sound. Its wheels go round from morn till night; The spindles gayly hum;Industrys voice is very loud; Humanitys voice is , a thousand spindles warp And twist, mid noise and strife,Not only threads of cotton yarn, But threads of human THE
. The land of inner light; an essay in prose and verse . 34. PART II.—OTHER POEMS Cije «£iaue of tfje JptU Within a busy, thriving town, With work for many hands,Wrhile railroad trains rush to and fro, Close by a stream there standsA large and stately cotton mill, The pride of country round;Employment sure it gives to all Within its whistles sound. Its wheels go round from morn till night; The spindles gayly hum;Industrys voice is very loud; Humanitys voice is , a thousand spindles warp And twist, mid noise and strife,Not only threads of cotton yarn, But threads of human THE SLAVE OF THE MILL Beside a whirring spindle stands A little, puny really that be human shape There working in that swarm?A baby still in years and size. But with a look of age,Who toils and strives, with painful speed, To earn a meagre wage. No happy laugh is ever heard; The childish lips are world must have its cotton thread, If children work till cares if tireless spindles warp And twist, mid noise and strife,Not only thre
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