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And sometimes we could pray；
'O ye wheels； （breaking out in a mad moaning）
'Stop！ be silent for to…day！'〃
Ay； be silent！ Let them hear each other breathing
For a moment； mouth to mouth！
Let them touch each other's hands； in a fresh wreathing
Of their tender human youth！
Let them feel that this cold metallic motion
Is not all the life God fashions or reveals：
Let them prove their living souls against the notion
That they live in you； or under you； O wheels！
Still； all day； the iron wheels go onward；
Grinding life down from its mark；
And the children's souls； which God is calling sunward；
Spin on blindly in the dark。
Now tell the poor young children； O my brothers；
To look up to Him and pray；
So the blessed One； who blesseth all the others；
Will bless them another day。
They answer； 〃Who is God that He should hear us；
While the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred？
When we sob aloud； the human creatures near us
Pass by； hearing not； or answer not a word！
And we hear not （for the wheels in their resounding）
Strangers speaking at the door：
Is it likely God； with angels singing round Him；
Hears our weeping any more？
〃Two words； indeed； of praying we remember；
And at midnight's hour of harm；
'Our Father；' looking upward in the chamber；
We say softly for a charm。
We know no other words except 'Our Father；'
And we think that； in some pause of angels' song；
God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather；
And hold both within his right hand which is strong。
'Our Father！' If He heard us； He would surely
（For they call Him good and mild）
Answer； smiling down the steep world very purely；
'Come and rest with me； my child。'
〃But no！〃 say the children； weeping faster；
〃He is speechless as a stone；
And they tell us； of His image is the master
Who commands us to work on。
Go to！〃 say the children； … 〃Up in Heaven；
Dark； wheel…like； turning clouds are all we find。
Do not mock us； grief has made us unbelieving：
We look up for God； but tears have made us blind。〃
Do you hear the children weeping and disproving；
O my brothers； what ye preach？
For God's possible is taught by His world's loving；
And the children doubt of each。
And well may the children weep before you！
They are weary ere they run；
They have never seen the sunshine； nor the glory
Which is brighter than the sun。
They know the grief of man； without its wisdom；
They sink in man's despair； without its calm；
Are slaves； without the liberty in Christdom；
Are martyrs； by the pang without the palm：
Are worn as if with age； yet unretrievingly
The harvest of its memories cannot reap； …
Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly。
Let them weep！ let them weep！
They look up； with their pale and sunken faces；
And their look is dread to see；
For they mind you of their angels in high places；
With eyes turned on Deity。
〃How long；〃 they say； 〃how long； O cruel nation；
Will you stand； to move the world； on a child's heart； …
Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation；
And tread onward to your throne amid the mart？
Our blood splashes upward； O gold…heaper；
And your purple shows your path；
But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper
Than the strong man in his wrath！〃
Elizabeth Barrett Browning ＇1806…1861＇
THE SHADOW…CHILD
Why do the wheels go whirring round；
Mother； mother？
Oh； mother； are they giants bound；
And will they growl forever？
Yes； fiery giants underground；
Daughter； little daughter；
Forever turn the wheels around；
And rumble…grumble ever。
Why do I pick the threads all day；
Mother； mother？
While sunshine children are at play？
And must I work forever？
Yes； shadow…child； the live…long day；
Daughter； little daughter；
Your hands must pick the threads away；
And feel the sunshine never。
Why do the birds sing in the sun；
Mother； mother？
If all day long I run and run；
Run with the wheels forever？
The birds may sing till day is done；
Daughter； little daughter；
But with the wheels your feet must run …
Run with the wheels forever。
Why do I feel so tired each night；
Mother； mother？
The wheels are always buzzing bright；
Do they grow sleepy never？
Oh； baby thing； so soft and white；
Daughter； little daughter；
The big wheels grind us in their might；
And they will grind forever。
And is the white thread never spun；
Mother； mother？
And is the white cloth never done；
For you and me done never？
Oh； yes； our thread will all be spun；
Daughter； little daughter；
When we lie down out in the sun；
And work no more forever。
And when will come that happy day；
Mother； mother？
Oh； shall we laugh and sing and play
Out in the sun forever？
Nay； shadow…child； we'll rest all day；
Daughter； little daughter；
Where green grass grows and roses gay；
There in the sun forever。
Harriet Monroe ＇1860…1936＇
MOTHER WEPT
Mother wept； and father sighed；
With delight aglow
Cried the lad； 〃To…morrow；〃 cried；
〃To the pit I go。〃
Up and down the place he sped； …
Greeted old and young；
Far and wide the tidings spread；
Clapt his hands and sung。
Came his cronies； some to gaze
Wrapped in wonder； some
Free with counsel； some with praise：
Some with envy dumb。
〃May he；〃 many a gossip cried；
〃Be from peril kept。〃
Father hid his face and sighed；
Mother turned and wept。
Joseph Skipsey ＇1832…1903＇
DUTY
So nigh is grandeur to our dust；
So near is God to man；
When Duty whispers low； 〃Thou must；〃
The youth replies； 〃I can。〃
Ralph Waldo Emerson ＇1803…1882＇
LUCY GRAY
Or Solitude
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray：
And； when I crossed the wild；
I chanced to see； at break of day；
The solitary child。
No mate； no comrade Lucy knew；
She dwelt on a wide moor；
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door！
You yet may spy the fawn at play；
The hare upon the green；
But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
Will never more be seen。
〃To…night will be a stormy night； …
You to the town must go；
And take a lantern； Child； to light
Your mother through the snow。〃
〃That； Father； will I gladly do：
'Tis scarcely afternoon； …
The minster…clock has just struck two；
And yonder is the moon！〃
At this the Father raised his hook；
And snapped a fagot…brand。
He plied his work； … and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand。
Not blither is the mountain roe：
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse the powdery snow；
That rises up like smoke。
The storm came on before its time：
She wandered up and down：
And many a hill did Lucy climb：
But never reached the town。
The wretched parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide；
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide。
At daybreak on the hill they stood
That overlooked the moor；
And thence they saw the bridge of wood；
A furlong from their door。
They wept； … and； turning homeward； cried；
〃In heaven we all shall meet；〃
When in the snow the mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet。
Then downwards from the steep hill's edge
They tracked the footmarks small：
And through the broken hawthorn…hedge；
And by the low stone…wall；
And then an open field they crossed …
The marks were still the same …
They tracked them on； nor ever lost；
And to the bridge they came。
They followed from the snowy bank
Those footmarks； one by one；
Into the middle of the plank；
And further there were none！
… Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living child；
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild。
O'er rough and smooth she trips along；
And never looks behind；
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind。
William Wordsworth ＇1770…1850＇
IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL
Emmie
Our doctor had called in another； I never had seen him before；
But he sent a chill to my heart when I saw him come in at the door；
Fresh from the surgery…schools of France and of other lands …
Harsh red hair； big voice； big chest； big merciless hands！
Wonderful cures he had done； O yes； but they said too of him
He was happier using the knife than in trying to save the limb；
And that I can well believe； for he looked so coarse and so red；
I could think he was one of those who would break their jests on the dead；
And mangle the living dog that had loved him and fawned at his knee …
Drenched with the hellish oorali … that ever such things should be！
Here was a boy … I am sure that some of our children would die
But for the voice of love； and the smile； and the comforting eye …
Here was a boy in the ward； every bone seemed out of its place …
Caught in a mill and crushed … it was all but a hopeless case：
And he handled him gently enough； but his voice and his face were not kind；
And it was but a hopeless case； he had seen it and made up his mind；
And he said to me roughly 〃The lad will need little more of your care。〃
〃All the more need；〃 I told him； 〃to seek the Lord Jesus in prayer；
They are all His children here； and I pray for them all as my own：〃
But he turned to me； 〃Ay； good woman； can prayer set a broken bone？〃
Then he muttered half to himself； but I know that I heard him say；
〃All very well … but the good Lord Jesus has had his day。〃
Had？ has it come？ It has only dawned。 It will come by and by。
O； how could I serve in the wards if the hope of the world were a lie？
How could I bear with the sights and the loathsome smells of disease
But that He said 〃Ye do it to me； when ye do it to these〃？
So he went。 And we passed to this ward where the younger children are laid：
Here is the cot of our orphan； our darling； our meek little maid；
Empty you see just now！ We have lost her who loved her so much …
Patient of pain though as quick as a sensitive plant to the touch；
Hers was the prettiest prattle； it often moved me to tears；
Hers was the gratefullest heart I have found in a child of her years …
Nay you remember our Emmie； you used to send her the flowers；
How she would smile at 'em； play with 'em； talk to 'em hours after hours！
They that can wander at will where the works of the Lord are revealed
Little guess what joy can be got from a cowslip out of the field；
Flowers to these 〃spirits in prison〃 are all they can know of the spring；
They freshen and sweeten the wards like the waft of an angel's wing；
And she lay with a flower in one hand and her thin hands crossed on
her breast …
Wan； but as pretty as heart can desire； and we thought her at rest；
Quietly sleeping … so quiet； our doctor said； 〃Poor little dear；
Nurse； I must do it to…morrow； she'll never live through it； I fear。〃
I walked with our kindly old doctor as far as the head of the stair；
Then I returned to the ward； the child didn't see
