Salt Lake Tribune | 1909-01-03 | Page 67 | The Shadow Child

THE SHADOW CHILD. jM Why do the wheels ro whirring round, , H Mother, mother? iH Oh. mother, arc they Klnnts hound, And will they growl forever? 'H Yon, fiery gl&nt.s underground, 'H Daughter. little daughter, Forever turn tho whc-ls around, iH And rumble, grumble ever. 'H Why do I pick the threads all day. Mother, mother. yM While siitiF.liliKj children are at play? Aud nitiHt I work forever? ' H Yes, shndow-idilld, the livelong day, :H Daughter, llttln daughter. Your handy mURt pick the threads away, .H And feel the sunshine never. jH Why do tho birds sing in the sun, ' Mother, mother, lH If all day lonp I run and run jH Hun wllli the wheels forever? il The bird h may alntr tilt day Ih done, H Daughter, llttln daughter. ll But with the wheels your feet must run JM I Run with the wheels forever. Why do I feel so tired each nlghl, jH 1 Mother, mother? . iH I Tho wheels aro always buzzing bright; i Do they grow alecpv never? j jH Oh, buljy thing, so soft and white. j 'H Daughter, Ilitlo daughter, The big wheels grind us In their might, , And they will grind forever. , Ar.d Ih tho white thread novor spun, '1 Mother, mother? H And Ih the white cloth novcr dono I ''or you and mo dono never? .H Oh. yes, our thread will all bo spun, jH Daughter, little daughter, When we He down In the sun, 'H And work no more forever. 'H And when will come that happy day,- Mother, mother? Oh, shall we laugh and ."log and play Out In tho Mini forever? Nay. shadow-ehlld, we'll rest all day, ffl Daughter, little daughter. Whoro green grans grows and rosea gay, ll There in the sun forever. Harriet Monroe In Century. Il