The strong attachment of the villagers of North Devon to their native places, is proverbial and remarkable. When the Poor Law Amendment Act was brought first into operation there, nothing excited so much dread among the aged and infirm, nothing excited so much indignation among the sturdy labourers, as the fear that
the old people would be removed from the homes of their youth, the graves of their fathers, and the dwelling places of their children.
The case alluded to is not imaginary.
The sun light of the winter's eve,
Grew dim upon the moor,
An aged white hair'd poor old man,
Stood by his cottage door ;
''And have I lived with tears he said,
This heavy day to see,
When I must quit this dear old spot.
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The toothache of the earth ceases when from behind
Ailing soils, browned to coma, muffled air breathes . . .
Autumn signifies the yellowness of strife, the redness of soothing
Cusps and the flowering of weeping, desiccated grounds.
We raise decibels of canticles, wafting atop candle flares
Of seasons’ end.
Let midnight keep with us the lucubration spirit, when like
Renewed sprites, we hinge our promises on patented soils laid
Bare by the sputum of harvest.
O’ Harvest, hear us well.
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You're not just a laborer, you're a source of value!
You carry the burden, you build, but you're the one with the lightest pockets!
They call you "hard workers," but that's just a cover-up to cover up the "harsh system" that saps your energy! Don't ask "what for," but ask "why" — why do you produce everything, but all you get are scraps?
Your fatigue isn't destiny, it's evidence of structural injustice!
Unite, because you're the ones who should be —not the ones being trampled on— but the ones who determine the direction of history!
You're not just a laborer, you're a source of value!
You carry the burden, you build, but you're the one with the lightest pockets!
They call you "hard workers," but that's just a cover-up to cover up the "harsh system" that saps your energy! Don't ask "what for," but ask "why" — why do you produce everything, but all you get are scraps?
Your fatigue isn't destiny, it's evidence of structural injustice!
Unite, because you're the ones who should be —not the ones being trampled on— but the ones who determine the direction of history!
The toothache of the earth ceases when from behind
Ailing soils, browned to coma, muffled air breathes . . .
Autumn signifies the yellowness of strife, the redness of soothing
Cusps and the flowering of weeping, desiccated grounds.
We raise decibels of canticles, wafting atop candle flares
Of seasons’ end.
Let midnight keep with us the lucubration spirit, when like
Renewed sprites, we hinge our promises on patented soils laid
Bare by the sputum of harvest.
O’ Harvest, hear us well.
......
The strong attachment of the villagers of North Devon to their native places, is proverbial and remarkable. When the Poor Law Amendment Act was brought first into operation there, nothing excited so much dread among the aged and infirm, nothing excited so much indignation among the sturdy labourers, as the fear that
the old people would be removed from the homes of their youth, the graves of their fathers, and the dwelling places of their children.
The case alluded to is not imaginary.
The sun light of the winter's eve,
Grew dim upon the moor,
An aged white hair'd poor old man,
Stood by his cottage door ;
''And have I lived with tears he said,
This heavy day to see,
When I must quit this dear old spot.
......