In this philanthropic land;
Oh, ye Women; are the wastrels then so friendless
That ye will not lend a hand?
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It is well to praise the spread of education,
And the people need more light,
But the horror of each long examination
Haunts the little ones at night.
Here are Children born ’mid London’s toil and traffic,
They are bloodless and half-starving we can see;