Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-01-09
POETRY.
"sHE WORKS IN A FAcTokv."
NJ REsEccA BRAcSxrr.

NJ REsEccA BRAcKKrT.
She works in the Factory! Alas what sin.
shc works mid tho ciang Of machin.ry's din
although OH her brow there's no impress Of crime
And she nsver has knelt at low, sinfal shine.
Though the bright fire of intelec, beams from her
eye,
And her heart throbs with synpa,hies holy & hi Oh
Yet she pass'd by Nth scOrn, vile thing oi
dread, ,rFr.,..
For she works in Factory,--she must be low bred
She works in the Factory! But, sas, can that
bind
chain on her spirit, or shackle her mind
Mo- like the sweet birdy ye cage, sad captive long
Ys may chain its bright wng-pOt its spirit OF song
For, high o'er the mill, and the scorn of its name
She may weave bright garland of honor and fame
Which will deck her fair brow, and pure lustre
shed,
Whsn youth, health, and beauty, and all else have
fed l-tr
Yes, even when life has put by its strange coil,
And in Heaven we rest from our trouble and toll,
The pure gems of Truth we have gathered while
here,
More brightly will CLEAN In heavenly sphere;
And no less the plaadt, 'well done,' we shall win,
Though they were ull CLEANED mid Factory's
loud din.
Then, sisters. let's labor with ar earnest good
will.
Nor deem it degrading to work In mill.
although meath its roof shade dark places we fnd'
Yet much darker p lace we may find in the mind
When that is neglected, with brambies o'ergrown,
Where the votaries of ignorance have built h Ugh
throne,
If vices have bound us in dark iron bands,
We shall then degrade labor with unworthy hands
"There's goot time coming" by prophets
foretold,
When men won't b, priced for their Golfers of gold
"A time when flag shall wave over this earth,
Its -"Region-Education and--W orth; p
When man can go firth in the image of God,
Though he works in the mill or tis the green sod
Though he tolls at tho forge in low, humble guse
Yet virtues the standard by which he'll be prizei
oh then, let us lator to speed the good time,
Mv.n though it come rot In your day or niue,
Think ye that our fath,rs, who fought to be free
Though, to CLEAN all he fruit raised on ber,y',
Tree
No, no, my dear frienia, they had aims more sub
They fought for the god of the souls left behind
Then shall their owl daughte rs--shall VIC in
our day,
BE more dead TO the future, more selfish than they
Need the small voice d woman In silence be
hushed,
Because it is trembling aud low in its gush
No we have high msshn on earth to fulfill,
Though lovely our lot, aui we work in mill.
'Tis the low murmurng steam that, through val
Icy and plain,
BIesses all where 1t flows il its course to the main
'Tis the small beacon light through the DARK nes
beams cleai,
That tells the bold seamen hs rude rocks are nsar
Though we may not be reari in the halls Q
/ debate,
Nor our arm gu.d, the h.m of III. great ship o
State,
We can be like the sunbeautthat gladden. the day
Though noue hear their comng, all feel their pure
ray; 500
From the mill aud the cO,tag our small light ca
CLEAN,
Helping swell to flood a deo moral stream
That shall bear on It's brsas tthenew ship of 3foFu
Which in triumph will ride Ouorrors dara storm
Sweep prejudice, ignorance, sn's banful away,
Away from the earth, aud sped on the bright day
When no more at hard toll slall the haug ghty Iii
i curl,
Nor be heard that rsprOach--Ih's poor Factor!
/ Girl rrr.ir.