Look on yon child, it droops the head,
Its knees are bow'd with pain;
It mutters from its wretched bed,
"Oh, let me sleep again!"
Alas! 'tis time, the mother's eyes
Turn mournfully away;
Alas! 'tis time, the child must rise,
And yet it is not day.


The Factory - The Vow of the Peacock (1835)


Look on yon child, it droops the head, Its knees are bow'd with pain; It mutters from its wretched bed, Oh, let me sleep again! Alas! 'tis time, the...

Look on yon child, it droops the head, Its knees are bow'd with pain; It mutters from its wretched bed, Oh, let me sleep again! Alas! 'tis time, the...

Look on yon child, it droops the head, Its knees are bow'd with pain; It mutters from its wretched bed, Oh, let me sleep again! Alas! 'tis time, the...

Look on yon child, it droops the head, Its knees are bow'd with pain; It mutters from its wretched bed, Oh, let me sleep again! Alas! 'tis time, the...