drudgery's

Updated: May 9, 2025

Sister in toil, though born of colder skies, That left their azure in her downcast eyes, See pallid Margaret, Labor's patient child, Scarce weaned from home, a nursling of the wild, Where white Katahdin o'er the horizon shines, And broad Penobscot dashes through the pines; Still, as she hastes, her careful fingers hold The unfailing hymn-book in its cambric fold: Six days at Drudgery's heavy wheel she stands, The seventh sweet morning folds her weary hands.

John Greenleaf Whittier - Criticism, Part 4, from Volume VII,: The Works of Whittier: the Conflict with Slavery, Politics: and Reform, the Inner Life and Criticism

Sister in toil, though born of colder skies, That left their azure in her downcast eyes, See pallid Margaret, Labor's patient child, Scarce weaned from home, a nursling of the wild, Where white Katahdin o'er the horizon shines, And broad Penobscot dashes through the pines; Still, as she hastes, her careful fingers hold The unfailing hymn-book in its cambric fold: Six days at Drudgery's heavy wheel she stands, The seventh sweet morning folds her weary hands.

John Greenleaf Whittier - The Conflict with Slavery and Others, Complete, Volume VII,: The Works of Whittier: the Conflict with Slavery, Politics: and Reform, the Inner Life and Criticism