dren,

    quot;t ime.quot;

    Alas, alas, they are seeking

    Deat to have!

    ts away from breaking,

    it from the grave.

    Go out, cy---

    Sing out, ctle thrushes do---

    Pluck your ty---

    Laugo feel your fingers let through!

    But t;Are your cohe meadows

    Like our he mine?

    Leave us quiet in the coal-shadows,

    From your pleasures fair and fine!

    quot;For o; say t;we are weary,

    And  run or leap---

    If  were merely

    to drop dohem and sleep.

    Our knees tremble sorely in tooping---

    e fall upon our faces, trying to go;

    And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping,

    t flower would look as pale as snow.

    For, all day, iring,

    the coal-dark, underground---

    Or, all day, he wheels of iron

    In tories, round and round.

    quot;For, all day, turning,---

    their wind comes in our faces,---

    till our s turn,---our h pulses burning,

    And turn in their places---

    turns the high window blank and reeling---

    turns t t droppethe wall---

    turn t crahe ceiling---

    All are turning, all th all.---

    And, all day, the iron wheels are droning;

    And sometimes we could pray,

    O ye w in a mad moaning)

    Stop! be silent for to-day! quot;

    Ay! be silent! Let thing

    For a moment, mouto mouth---

    Let touching

    Of tender h!

    Let t tallic motion

    Is not all the life God