{"id":7504,"date":"2021-09-19T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-09-19T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7504"},"modified":"2021-09-19T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-09-19T05:00:00","slug":"child-labor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/child-labor\/","title":{"rendered":"Child Labor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn82016014\/1913-09-19\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>The Topeka State Journal, September 19, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>. By Dr. Henry Van Dyke.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ah, who are these on whom the vital bloom<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Of life has withered to the dust of doom?<br>These little pilgrims, prematurely worn<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And bent as if they bore the weight of years?<br>These childish faces, pallid and forlorn,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Too dull for laughter and too hard for tears?<br>Is this the ghost of that insane crusade<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; That led ten thousand children long ago,<br>A flock of innocents, deceived, betrayed,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet pressing on through want and woe<br>To meet their fate, faithful and unafraid?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Nay, for a million children now<br>Are marching in the long, pathetic line,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With weary step and early wrinkled brow;<br>And at their head appears no holy sign<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Of hope in heaven; for unto them is given<br>No cross to carry, but a cross to drag.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Before their strength is ripe they bear<br>The load of labor, toiling underground<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; In dangerous mines, and breathing heavy air<br>Of crowded shops; their tender lives are bound<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; To service of the whirling, clattering wheels<br>That fill the factories with dust and noise;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; They are not girls and boys,<br>But little \u201chands,\u201d who blindly, dumbly feed<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With their own blood the hungry god of Greed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Topeka State Journal, September 19, 1913. By Dr. Henry Van Dyke. Ah, who are these on whom the vital bloom&nbsp; &nbsp; Of life has withered to the dust of doom?These little pilgrims, prematurely worn&nbsp; &nbsp; And bent as if they bore the weight of years?These childish faces, pallid and forlorn,&nbsp; &nbsp; Too dull [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,21],"tags":[94],"class_list":["post-7504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-topeka-state-journal","tag-dr-henry-van-dyke"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7504"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7504\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}