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...coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. " For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, —...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our head, with pulses hurning, And the walls turn in then' places, — Turns the sky in the high window...

...coal-dark, underground — Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round. ' For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning, —...comes in our faces, — Till our hearts turn, — our head, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window...

...my brothers ! They are weeping bitterly ; They are weeping in the play-time of the others, In this country of the free. For all day the wheels are droning,...pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places. * * * « Let them feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions and reveals...

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...To lie down in them and sleep. — The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow." " All day long 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. Turns the sky in the high window,...

...To lie down in them and sleep. — The reddest flowers would look as pale as snow." " All day long 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 then- places. Turns the sky in the high window,...

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