...cried : " Yea, what avail the endless tale Of gain by cunning and plus by sale ? Look up the land, look down the land The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand...all day ' (these poor folks say), ' In the same old year-long, drear-long way, We weave in the mills and heave in the kilns, We sieve mine-meshes under...

...cried : " Yea, what avail the endless tale Of gain by cunning and plus by sale ? Look up the land, look down the land The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand...foul-air sigh For the outside leagues of liberty, jWhere Art, sweet lark, translates the sky Jnto a heavenly melody. r' Each day, all day ' (these poor...

...mankind. • Yea, what avails the endless tale Of gain by cunning and plus by sale? Look up the land, look down the land. The poor, the poor, the poor they .stand...Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand Against an inward opening door. 'Each day, all day (these poor folks say) In the same old year-long, drear-long...

...for more wages, and more time — more wages to obtain more comforts, and more time to enjoy them. "The poor, the poor, the poor! they stand Wedged by...all day' (these poor folks say,) 'In the same old year-long, drear-long way, We weave in the mills and heave in the kilns, We sieve mine-meshes under...

...— " Tea, what avail the endless tale Of gain by cunning and plus by sale ? Look up the land, look down the land, The poor, the poor, the poor, they...day, all day (these poor folks say), In the same old year-long, drear-long way, We weave in the mills and heave in the kilns, We sieve mine-meshes under...

...: " Yea, what avail the endless tale Of gain by cunning and plus by sale? ao Look up the land, look down the land The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand...Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand Against an inward opening door That pressure tightens evermore : 25 They sigh a monstrous foul-air sigh For the...

...the Joy of b.ls salvation. And the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. The poor, the poor, the poor ! the; stand Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand, Against...inward-opening door. That pressure tightens evermore ; They Eigb a monstrous foul-air sigh For the outside leagues of liberty, Where art, sweet lark, translates...

...few have shown a deeper sympathy with the cramped lives of the poor, shut in too often from those " Outside leagues of liberty, Where Art, sweet lark, translates the sky Into a heavenly melody. " The true poet of the South, he is the poet of a chivalrous reverence for women; the poet of all high...

...and plus by sale ? Look up the land, look down the land, The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand 21 Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand Against an...all day ' (these poor folks say), ' In the same old year-long, drear-long way, We weave in the mills and heave in the kilns, 31 We sieve mine-meshes under...

...asks : Yea, what avail the endless tale Of gain by cunning and plus by sale? Look up the land, look down the land, The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand Wedged by the pressing of Trade' s hand Against an inward-opening door, That pressure tightens evermore. They sigh a monstrous,...