 | The poems and stories of Fitz-James O'Brien |  |
VII.
Then the Sewing Bird swelled his silvery throat,And trilled through the air his crystalline note:—
“Follow me up and follow me down,
Hither and thither, through all the town;
For there are still more splendid marts,
That never will warm the work-girls' hearts,
And the lesson is still to be fully learned
How woman's pittance by man is earned!”
| The poems and stories of Fitz-James O'Brien | |