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WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven	A
Forth to a world of labour death and care	B
Still of his native Eden bounteous Heaven	A
Resolved one brief memorial to spare	B
And gave his offspring an imperfect share	B
Of that lost happiness amid decay	C
Making their first approach to life seem fair	B
And giving for the Eden past away	C
CHILDHOOD the weary life's long happy holyday	D
II	E
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Sacred to heavenly peace those years remain	F
And when with clouds their dawn is overcast	D
Unnatural seem the sorrow and the pain	F
Which rosy joy flies forth to banish fast	D
Because that season's sadness may not last	D
Light is their grief a word of fondness cheers	G
The unhaunted heart the shadow glideth past	D
Unknown to them the weight of boding fears	G
And soft as dew on flowers their bright ungrieving tears	H
III	E
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See the Stage Wonder taught to earn its bread	D
By the exertion of an infant skill	I
Forsake the wholesome slumbers of its bed	D
And mime obedient to the public will	I
Where is the heart so cold that does not thrill	I
With a vexatious sympathy to see	J
That child prepare to play its part and still	I
With simulated airs of gaiety	D
Rise to the dangerous rope and bend the supple knee	J
IV	K
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Painted and spangled trembling there it stands	L
Glances below for friend or father's face	M
Then lifts its small round arms and feeble hands	L
With the taught movements of an artist's grace	M
Leaves its uncertain gilded resting place	M
Springs lightly as the elastic cord gives way	C
And runs along with scarce perceptible pace	M
Like a bright bird upon a waving spray	C
Fluttering and sinking still whene'er the branches play	C
V	K
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Now watch a joyless and distorted smile	N
Its innocent lips assume the dancer's leer	C
Conquering its terror for a little while	N
Then lets the TRUTH OF INFANCY appear	C
And with a stare of numbed and childish fear	C
Looks sadly towards the audience come to gaze	O
On the unwonted skill which costs so dear	C
While still the applauding crowd with pleased amaze	O
Ring through its dizzy ears unwelcome shouts of praise	O
VI	K
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What is it makes us feel relieved to see	K
That hapless little dancer reach the ground	D
With its whole spirit's elasticity	K
Thrown into one glad safe triumphant bound	D
Why are we sad when as it gazes round	D
At that wide sea of paint and gauze and plumes	P
Once more awake to sense and sight and sound	D
The nature of its age it re assumes	P
And one spontaneous smile at length its face illumes	P
VII	K
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Because we feel for Childhood's years and strength	Q
Unnatural and hard the task hath been	R
Because our sickened souls revolt at length	Q
And ask what infant innocence may mean	S
Thus toiling through the artificial scene	S
Because at that word CHILDHOOD start to birth	T
All dreams of hope and happiness serene	S
All thoughts of innocent joy that visit earth	T
Prayer slumber fondness smiles and hours of rosy mirth	T
VIII	K
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And therefore when we hear the shrill faint cries	P
Which mark the wanderings of the little sweep	U
Or when with glittering teeth and sunny eyes	P
The boy Italian's voice so soft and deep	U
Asks alms for his poor marmoset asleep	U
They fill our hearts with pitying regret	D
Those little vagrants doomed so soon to weep	U
As though a term of joy for all was set	D
And that their share of Life's long suffering was not yet	D
IX	P
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Ever a toiling child doth make us sad	D
'T is an unnatural and mournful sight	D
Because we feel their smiles should be so glad	D
Because we know their eyes should be so bright	D
What is it then when tasked beyond their might	D
They labour all day long for others' gain	F
Nay trespass on the still and pleasant night	D
While uncompleted hours of toil remain	F
Poor little FACTORY SLAVES for You these lines complain	F
X	P
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Beyond all sorrow which the wanderer knows	P
Is that these little pent up wretches feel	V
Where the air thick and close and stagnant grows	P
And the low whirring of the incessant wheel	V
Dizzies the head and makes the senses reel	V
There shut for ever from the gladdening sky	K
Vice premature and Care's corroding seal	V
Stamp on each sallow cheek their hateful die	K
Line the smooth open brow and sink the saddened eye	K
XI	P
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For them the fervid summer only brings	P
A double curse of stifling withering heat	D
For them no flowers spring up no wild bird sings	P
No moss grown walks refresh their weary feet	D
No river's murmuring sound no wood walk sweet	D
With many a flower the learned slight and pass	P
Nor meadow with pale cowslips thickly set	D
Amid the soft leaves of its tufted grass	P
Lure them a childish stock of treasures to amass	P
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Page	W
XII	P
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Have we forgotten our own infancy	P
That joys so simple are to them denied	D
Our boyhood's hopes our wanderings far and free	P
Where yellow gorse bush left the common wide	D
And open to the breeze The active pride	D
Which made each obstacle a pleasure seem	X
When rashly glad all danger we defied	D
Dashed through the brook by twilight's fading gleam	X
Or scorned the tottering plank and leapt the narrow stream	X
XIII	P
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In lieu of this from short and bitter night	D
Sullen and sad the infant labourer creeps	P
He joys not in the glow of morning's light	D
But with an idle yearning stands and weeps	P
Envying the babe that in its cradle sleeps	P
And ever as he slowly journeys on	Y
His listless tongue unbidden silence keeps	P
His fellow labourers playmates hath he none	A
Walk by as sad as he nor hail the morning sun	A
XIV	K
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Mark the result Unnaturally debarred	D
All nature's fresh and innocent delights	P
While yet each germing energy strives hard	D
And pristine good with pristine evil fights	P
When every passing dream the heart excites	P
And makes even guarded virtue insecure	C
Untaught unchecked they yield as vice invites	P
With all around them cramped confined impure	C
Fast spreads the moral plague which nothing new shall cure	C
XV	K
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Yes this reproach is added infamous	P
In realms which own a Christian monarch's sway	C
Not suffering only is their portion thus	P
Compelled to toil their youthful lives away	C
Excessive labour works the SOUL'S decay	C
Quenches the intellectual light within	R
Crushes with iron weight the mind's free play	C
Steals from us LEISURE purer thoughts to win	R
And leaves us sunk and lost in dull and native sin	R
XVI	K
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Yet in the British Senate men rise up	Z
The freeborn and the fathers of our land	D
And while these drink the dregs of Sorrow's cup	Z
Deny the sufferings of the pining band	D
With nice drawn calculations at command	D
They prove rebut explain and reason long	A2
Proud of each shallow argument they stand	D
And prostitute their utmost powers of tongue	B2
Feebly to justify this great and glaring wrong	A2
XVII	K
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So rose with such a plausible defence	P
Of the unalienable RIGHT OF GAIN	F
Those who against Truth's brightest eloquence	P
Upheld the cause of torture and of pain	F
And fear of Property's Decrease made vain	F
For years the hope of Christian Charity	D
To lift the curse from SLAVERY'S dark domain	F
And send across the wide Atlantic sea	D
The watchword of brave men the thrilling shout 'BE FREE '	-
XVIII	K
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What is to be a slave Is't not to spend	D
A life bowed down beneath a grinding ill	I
To labour on to serve another's end	D
To give up leisure health and strength and skill	I
And give up each of these against your will	I
Hark to the angry answer 'Theirs is not	D
A life of slavery if they labour still	I
We pay their toil Free service is their lot	D
And what their labour yields by us is fairly got '	-
XIX	D
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Oh Men blaspheme not Freedom Are they free	D
Who toil until the body's strength gives way	C
Who may not set a term for Liberty	D
Who have no time for food or rest or play	C
But struggle through the long unwelcome day	C
Without the leisure to be good or glad	D
Such is their service call it what you may	C
Poor little creatures overtasked and sad	D
Your Slavery hath no name yet is its Curse as bad	D
XX	D
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Again an an	C2