Song of the Sewing-Machine

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Song of the Sewing-Machine.

BY GEORGE P. MORRIS.

I’m the Iron Needle-Woman!
Wrought of sterner stuff than clay;
And, unlike the drudges human,
Never weary night or day;
Never shedding tears of sorrow,
Never mourning friends untrue,
Never caring for the morrow,
Never begging work to do.

Poverty brings no disaster!
Merrily I glide along,
For no thankless, sordid master,
Ever seeks to do me wrong:
No extortioners oppress me,
No insulting words I dread–
I’ve no children to distress me
With unceasing cries for bread.

I’m of hardy form and feature,
For endurance framed aright;
I’m not pale misfortune’s creature,
Doomed life’s battle here to fight:
Mine’s a song of cheerful measure,
And no under-currents flow
To destroy the throb of pleasure
Which the poor so seldom know.

In the hall I hold my station,
With the wealthy ones of earth,
Who commend me to the nation
For economy and worth,
While unpaid the female labor,
In the attic-chamber lone,
Where the smile of friend or neighbor
Never for a moment shone.

My creation is a blessing
To the indigent secured,
Banishing the cares distressing
Which so many have endured:
Mine are sinews superhuman,
Ribs of oak and nerves of steel–
I’m the Iron Needle-Woman
Born to toil and not to feel.

Richland County Observer (Richland Center, Wisconsin) May 4, 1858

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