Where was the morning, where was the noon?
Did the day turn back to the night so soon,
Children—women—and—men?
Parts of the monster things that turn;
Less than a lever, less than a wheel!
Pity you were not wrought of steel,
To save the pence you earn!
Add the columns, aye, foot the gain—
Ye that barter in children’s lives!
How will the reckoning end, that strives