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 Child Labor

(See pages 200, 209, 421)

No fledgling feeds the father bird! No chicken feeds the hen! No kitten mouses for the cat— This glory is for men:

We are the Wisest, Strongest Race— Loud may our praise be sung! The only animal alive That lives upon its young!

Mother Wept

(Contemporary English poet, whose work possesses a quaint simplicity, often suggesting Blake)

Mother wept, and father sighed; With delight a-glow Cried the lad, "Tomorrow," cried, "To the pit I go."

Up and down the place he sped,— Greeted old and young; Far and wide the tidings spread; Clapped his hands and sung.