bright  glitters in the Skies
In  Nights, then early we must rise;
The Weather ne'er so bad, Wind, Rain, or Snow,
Our Work appointed, we must rise and go;
While you on easy Beds may lie and sleep,
Till Light does thro' your Chamber Windows peep
When to the House we come where we should go,
How to get in, alas! we do not know:
The Maid quite tir'd with Work the day before,
O'ercome with Sleep; we standing at the Door
Oppress'd with Cold, and often call in vain,
E'er to our Work we can admittance gain:
But when from Wind and Weather we get in,
Briskly with Courage we our Work begin;
Heaps of fine Linnen we before us view,
Whereon to lay our Strength and Patience too;
Cambricks and Muslins which our Ladies wear,
Laces and Edgings, costly, fine, and rare,
Which must be wash'd with utmost Skill and Care;
With Holland Shirts, Ruffles and Fringes too,
Fashions, which our Fore-fathers never knew.
For several Hours here we work and slave,
Before we can one Glimpse of Day-light have;
We labour hard before the Morning's past,
Because we fear the Time runs on too fast.