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...reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts...

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...time others of her writings have been by that means widely circulated through the United States. « All day, the wheels are droning, turning,— Their...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places— Turns the sky in the high window...

...reddest flower would look as pale as snow, For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, — Or, all day, we drive the wheels...comes in our faces ; Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places, — Turns the sky in the high window...

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...the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places...window blank and reeling, Turns the long light that droopeth down the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning all the...

...reddest flower would look as pale as snow ; For all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark underground, Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories round and round. All day long the wheels are droning, turning, Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts turn,...

...picture of factory life, which I transcribe at the risk of being tedious and lengthy in these extracts : "All day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round ; All day long, the wheels are droning, turning — Their wind comes in our faces ! Till our hearts...