This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 Excerpt: ...was more than dust, And lives (he says) forever. Lowered down To such graves are bodies in Factory Town. And who is it's dead in Factory Town? Nobody's dead of much account, Only Anna, the Croatian maiden, Who worked for Isaacs, the garment man, Hard and fast as a woman can, And she died of consumption. She didn't ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 Excerpt: ...was more than dust, And lives (he says) forever. Lowered down To such graves are bodies in Factory Town. And who is it's dead in Factory Town? Nobody's dead of much account, Only Anna, the Croatian maiden, Who worked for Isaacs, the garment man, Hard and fast as a woman can, And she died of consumption. She didn't amount To anything much!--too stupid. (She came To America because the name Promised relief to the laden!)--Don't look down, For no one will miss her in Factory Town. Well, why do you speak of Factory Town? Only for this: In her Croatian home When the work is done and the village Rests in the evening, the peasants sigh And talk of Anna enviously, And say that by now she must be some Wealthy lady, all done with toil. And wish they were she, and free from the soil, And through with the tax and the tillage! (They'll come down In time, to be buried in Factory Town!) ON SEEING LORADO TAFT'S "THE SOLITUDE OF THE SOUL" Of what avail, of what avail To touch with hands, to touch with lips? Behold our faces, they are pale, And from our eyelids slips the veil And from our souls the covering slips. Ye are alone when nearest you A figure presses, eyes afire, A mouth that drinks of honey-dew, A face to shape the world anew, A spirit flaming with desire. Ye are alone and soreliest tried When supple youth puts manhood on, And this sad woman by his side Who was, but is not now, a bride Kisses and finds the rapture gone. And what avails the hands ye pressed? We also clasp our hands in stone, We, too, were lovers breast to breast--Ah, nearest we were loneliest; Now we are nearer, being alone. PLOWS There were a thousand men in the factory; Some sweltered over forges, Others above great emory wheels Sent showers of sparks flying. With dirty face and sweat-s...
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