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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860
Year: 1860 (1860s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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''THE FRANKNESS OF HEAVEN WAS IN EACH FACE,
AND THEIR FORMS WERE GRAND WITHOUT UNTUTORED GRACE.3


THE SEWING BIRD. 441
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For their hunger was keen as their trenchant axe,
And their jokes as broad as their brawny backs.

Then the Sewing Bird sang, again and again.
As he soared oer the sonorous woods of Maine,
"See, see, see, see !"
THIS is the place where MEN should be!"
And he floated once more through the azure air.
And the work-girl followed him, wondering where.

Vast plateaus of loamy land she saw
Quickening with life in the early thaw.
The pulse of the waking Spring she heard,
And the broken trills of the gladdened bird,
And the teams afield with their heavy plod
As they dragged the share through the juicy sod.
Through the crisp clear air she heard the voice
Of sturdy plowmen and farmer-boys,
And a busy din from the farm-yards rang,
And she heard the spades in the furrows clang.
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"THE WORK-GIRL SAT IN HER ATTIC ROOM,
COLD AND SILENT, AND WEAPPED IN GLOOM."

442 HARPERS NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

Then a sudden change swept over the scene,
As the summer sun with a light serene
Smiled over cottage and field and fold,
And reddened the harvests of waving gold.
Then down through the golden sea there came
The mowers swarthy and stout of frame;
And the cradle-scythe in their hands they swung
Till the hiss of the blade through the grain-fields rung
As they cut their way with a mighty motion,
Like sharp-prowed ships in a yellow ocean.
Then the Sewing Bird sang like a mellow horn,
As it soared over Ohio's land of corn,
"See, see, see, see !"
THIS is the place where MEN should be !"
The work-girl sat in her attic room,
Cold and silent, and wrapped in gloom;
There was no longer a glimmer of day,
And the Sewing Bird still on the table lay;
The voice was silent that once had sung,
And silent forever the silver tongue;
But she pondered long on the strange decree
That she, wherever she turned, should see
Men in the places where women should be!

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