The Child Labor Bulletin, Volume 2National Child Labor Committee, 1913 |
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Halaman 35 - Where is the child? PIPER No; that I will not tell. Only thus much: I love thy child. Trust me, — I love them, all. They are the brightest miracle I know. Wherever I go, I search the eyes of men To find such clearness; — and it is not there. Lies, greed and cruelty, and dreadful dark! And all that makes Him sad these thousand years, And keeps His forehead bleeding.
Halaman 35 - Young faces," sooth, The old ones prate of! — Bah, what is 't they want? " Some one to work for me, when I am old; Some one to follow me unto my grave; Some one — for me!" Yes, yes. There is not one Old huddler-by-the-fire would shift his seat To a cold corner, if it might bring back All of the Children in one shower of light! VERONIKA. The old, ah, yes! But not — PIPER. The younger men? Aha! Their pride to keep the name alive; The name, the name, the little Hamelin name, Tied to the trade;...
Halaman 35 - And what behold they, then ? In the shamed moment, when Old eyes bow down again ? Down in the night and blackness of the heart, The drowned things start. And he recks nothing of the meadow air, Because of what is There. Lost things of hope and sorrow without tongue : The human lilies, sprung Out of the ooze, and trodden, Even as they breathed and clung ! Lost lilies, bruised and sodden ; Lost faces, gleaming there, Where misery blasphemes the sacred young...