The Ward County independent., 1910-09-01
OUR OPPRESSED.
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Published nv Rou,,o

Cruel, the bonds of slavery! &
But how with those that's free?
Whose weary limbs are shackled
With the chains of poverty.
What is life to the poor laborer?
is he freer than the slave?
For he's bonded with a burden
From the cradle to the grave.
Stern necessity stands DER him
With her many knotted whip;
You can see the scars upon him,
F,urrowed brow and bloodleas Lip.
Eyes dli1mmed, l1 hair struggling, -; "
Trulm1bling rl hands. plodding and sIow;
With q look hopeless and vacant,
An And a voice cold, harsh and low.
This is the common laborer, >i.$
Who from weary chime to chime, e.,
Has toiled for an existence.
AS, If living were a crime,
Do you think this picture gloomyf
Dare you say it is too grim?
If you'll seek the place of labor.
LOU Cali, ually look on MIN.
Years ago, he watched the setting
OF hopes mist surrounded star.
That through black clouds of adva1
g. sity,,
Beamed on him from afar.
Though it's ray fell faint and dark.
ling,
For doubts mists rolled thick b.
tween,
Still, DER is rugged life-road,
1t cast a glimmer1ng sheen,
But the bitter times came round
again,
The hard times, grim and wild,
When many q hungry mother
Held to her heart her child.
And looking on its poor pinched face.
So wasted. pale and wan: ~.
She wondered why the preacher said,
Man was brother unto man;
And why the lofty turrets
Of the churches, rose so high,
Pointing their spiral fingers
Toward a sad and sullen sky;
Why she was but poor earth-vurm.
Not Of a spamow's worth,
For she had known but want and wue.
From her unhappy birth.
No food, no fire, the father goes
Away, employ to find, ( a1.5t...
And leaves the wretched mother vita
With her starving brood, behind,
Weak-hearted. she applies for aid.
They promise for to come, 171o
With halting step and heavy heart
She makes her cheerless home.
The relief comes, what does it do?
The children, young in years.
Fen down to the baby boy, 9s2
Despite the mothers tears,
1t tears away. eich grief-stained face.
She ne'er may see again, ,r,.
Affection dwells in all the same:
Think of that mothers pain.
Now, It must go, the little hoard,
He's gathered up for years,
TO him, the promised stepping stone,
To dry that mothers tears,
His dream of better days is DER,
Back to his toll he goes; y.
For his reward, the consciousness l..
He's eased another's woes.
And thtus throughout this wide d.
~ main,
It is almost, always, so;
The aid that reaches to. the poor,
1t what the poor bestow,
And it is true, what here is writ
Of so-called charitv;
Not Christian, no! may God forbid
Chrtst's. name so to belle!
Such cruelty for to inflict
Onn His, for being poor;
If, only here, how quick would He
Close every temple door,
And say Peter, through terror me de.
MED,
But ye do hourly here;
Beholding wrong. condemning not
Cringing in palty fear;
Catering to sin'for the price it brinsa
Greedy Of plaae and gold,
And in my name profaning still
| ~ temples Is Of o3d,"
Hence! ct ye hence, sons Of Belia1l
To your golden gods, now, Dee,
And let them save you. II they can.
Ye have no part WITH MU!"
=. Anna, Minot, N. D.
Your complexion a. wen q your
temper Is rendered miserable By dis.
ordered liver. BY taking Chamber.
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