{"id":2356284,"date":"2005-10-21T14:09:00","date_gmt":"2005-10-21T14:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/2005\/10\/21\/For-all-day-the-wheels\/"},"modified":"2007-11-26T03:36:45","modified_gmt":"2007-11-26T03:36:45","slug":"For-all-day-the-wheels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/?p=2356284","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;For, all day, the wheels"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class='sustuff'>Stumbleupon <a href='http:\/\/bunty.stumbleupon.com\/review\/2356284\/'>Review<\/a>\n<\/div>\n<p> <font face=\"garamond\" size=\"3\"><\/p>\n<ul>\n<ul>\n&#8220;For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning,&#8212; <br \/>\nTheir wind comes in our faces,&#8212; <br \/>\nTill our hearts turn,&#8212;our head, with pulses burning, <br \/>\nAnd the walls turn in their places&#8212; <br \/>\nTurns the sky in the high window blank and reeling&#8212; <br \/>\nTurns the long light that droppeth down the wall&#8212; <br \/>\nTurn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling&#8212; <br \/>\nAll are turning, all the day, and we with all.&#8212; <br \/>\nAnd, all day, the iron wheels are droning; <br \/>\nAnd sometimes we could pray, <br \/>\n&#8216;O ye wheels,&#8217; (breaking out in a mad moaning) <br \/>\n&#8216;Stop! be silent for to-day!&#8217; &#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Ay! be silent! Let them hear each other breathing <br \/>\nFor a moment, mouth to mouth&#8212; <br \/>\nLet them touch each other&#8217;s hands, in a fresh wreathing <br \/>\nOf their tender human youth! <br \/>\nLet them feel that this cold metallic motion <br \/>\nIs not all the life God fashions or reveals&#8212; <br \/>\nLet them prove their inward souls against the notion <br \/>\nThat they live in you, os under you, O wheels!&#8212; <br \/>\nStill, all day, the iron wheels go onward, <br \/>\nGrinding life down from its mark; <br \/>\nAnd the children&#8217;s souls, which God is calling sunward, <br \/>\nSpin on blindly in the dark. <\/p>\n<p>Now, tell the poor young children, O my brothers, <br \/>\nTo look up to Him and pray&#8212; <br \/>\nSo the blessed One, who blesseth all the others, <br \/>\nWill bless them another day. <br \/>\nThey answer, &#8220;Who is God that He should hear us, <br \/>\nWhite the rushing of the iron wheels is stirred? <br \/>\nWhen we sob aloud, the human creatures near us <br \/>\nPass by, hearing not, or answer not a word! <br \/>\nAnd we hear not (for the wheels in their resounding) <br \/>\nStrangers speaking at the door: <br \/>\nIs it likely God, with angels singing round Him, <br \/>\nHears our weeping any more? <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Two words, indeed, of praying we remember, <br \/>\nAnd at midnight&#8217;s hour of harm,&#8212; <br \/>\n&#8216;Our Father,&#8217; looking upward in the chamber, <br \/>\nWe say softly for a charm. <br \/>\nWe know no other words except &#8216;Our Father,&#8217; <br \/>\nAnd we think that, in some pause of angels&#8217; song, <br \/>\nGod may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather, <br \/>\nAnd hold both within His right hand which is strong. <br \/>\n&#8216;Our Father!&#8217; If He heard us, He would surely <br \/>\n(For they call Him good and mild) <br \/>\nAnswer, smiling down the steep world very purely, <br \/>\n&#8216;Come and rest with me, my child.&#8217; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But no!&#8221; say the children, weeping faster, <br \/>\n&#8220;He is speechless as a stone; <br \/>\nAnd they tell us, of His image is the master <br \/>\nWho commands us to work on. <br \/>\nGo to!&#8221; say the children,&#8212;&#8220;Up in Heaven, <br \/>\nDark, wheel-like, turning clouds are all we find. <br \/>\nDo not mock us; grief has made us unbelieving&#8212; <br \/>\nWe look up for God, but tears have made us blind.&#8221; <br \/>\nDo you hear the children weeping and disproving, <br \/>\nO my brothers, what ye preach? <br \/>\nFor God&#8217;s possible is taught by His world&#8217;s loving&#8212; <br \/>\nAnd the children doubt of each. <\/p>\n<p>And well may the children weep before you; <br \/>\nThey are weary ere they run; <br \/>\nThey have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory <br \/>\nWhich is brighter than the sun: <br \/>\nThey know the grief of man, but not the wisdom; <br \/>\nThey sink in man&#8217;s despair, without its calm&#8212; <br \/>\nAre slaves, without the liberty in Christdom,&#8212; <br \/>\nAre martyrs, by the pang without the palm,&#8212; <br \/>\nAre worn, as if with age, yet unretrievingly <br \/>\nNo dear remembrance keep,&#8212; <br \/>\nAre orphans of the earthly love and heavenly: <br \/>\nLet them weep! let them weep! <\/p>\n<p>They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, <br \/>\nAnd their look is dread to see, <br \/>\nFor they mind you of their angels in their places, <br \/>\nWith eyes meant for Deity;&#8212; <br \/>\n&#8220;How long,&#8221; they say, &#8220;how long, O cruel nation, <br \/>\nWill you stand, to move the world, on a child&#8217;s heart, <br \/>\nStifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, <br \/>\nAnd tread onward to your throne amid the mart? <br \/>\nOur blood splashes upward, O our tyrants, <br \/>\nAnd your purple shows yo}r path; <br \/>\nBut the child&#8217;s sob curseth deeper in the silence <br \/>\nThan the strong man in his wrath!&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8211; <b>Elizabeth Barrett Browning<\/b> &#8211;<\/ul>\n<\/ul>\n<p><\/font>\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Stumbleupon Review &#8220;For, all day, the wheels are droning, turning,&#8212; Their wind comes in our faces,&#8212; Till our hearts turn,&#8212;our head, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places&#8212; Turns the sky in the high window blank and &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/?p=2356284\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":""},"categories":[10991],"tags":[400569],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2356284"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2356284"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2356284\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2356284"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2356284"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/su.blog.bunty.tv\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2356284"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}