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BRISTLING with steeples, high against the hill, / Like some great thistle in the rosy dawn / It stood; the Town-of-Christian-Churches, stood. / The Traveller surveyed it with a smile. / ‘Surely,' He said, ‘here is the home of peace; / Here neighbour lives with neighbour in accord; / God in the heart of all. Else why these spires? ' / (Christmas season, and every bell ringing.)
The sudden shriek of whistles changed the sound / From mellow music into jarring noise. / Then down the street pale hurrying children came, / And vanished in the yawning Factory door. / He called to them: ‘Come back, come unto Me. ' / The Foreman cursed, and caned Him from the place. / (Christmas season, and every bell ringing.)