At Washington, D. C., January 5th and 6th, 1915 PUBLISHED BY National Child Labor Committee INCORPORATED 105 EAST 22D STREET, NEW YORK CITY Chirping WhoS COPYRIGHT 1915 BY THE NATIONAL CHILD LABOR PRESS OF CLARENCE S. NATHAN, INC., NEW YORK I said, "I am poor this year, and the War is hard, So this must go, and this, in the great discard, And the children must suffer too, I am much afraid." But I didn't know how they cry in the night, And pluck at your skirts and mourn, How they cry with the voice of your heart's delight, There are boys that work all night in the crystal dust, There are girls who spin all day at the whirring wheels, And how shall I face my dead with my broken trust, When the "Inasmuch as ye did it not," reveals? I couldn't bear their cry in the night, The clutch of their little hands. I must do my best with the widow's mite L. B. |