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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hartley Calamity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Hartley men are noble, and <br>Ye'll hear a tale of woe;<br>I'll tell the doom of the Hartley men -<br>The year of sixty two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas on the Thursday morning, on<br>The first month of the year,<br>When there befell the thing that well<br>May rend the heart to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere chanticleer with music rare<br>Awakes the old homestead,<br>The Hartley men are up and off<br>To earn their daily bread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On, on they toil; with heat they broil,<br>And streams of sweat still glue<br>The stour unto their skins, till they<br>Are black as the coal they hew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now to and fro the putters go,<br>The waggons to and fro,<br>And clang on clang the wheel and hoof<br>Ring in the mine below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The din and strife of human life.<br>Awake in 'wall' and 'board',<br>When, lo! a shock is felt which makes<br>Each human heart-beat heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each bosom thuds, as each his duds<br>He snatches and away,<br>And to the distant shaft he flees<br>With all the speed he may.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each, all, they flee -- by two -- by three<br>They seek the shaft, to seek<br>An answer in each other's face,<br>To what they may not speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Are we entombed?&quot; they seem to ask,<br>For the shaft is closed, and no<br>Escape have they to God's bright day<br>From out the night below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So stand in pain the Hartley men,<br>And o'er them speedily comes<br>The memory of home and all<br>That links us to our homes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Despair at length renews their strength,<br>And they the shaft must clear,<br>And soon the sound of mall and pick,<br>Half drowns the voice of fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hark! to the blow of the mal below<br>Do the sounds above reply?<br>Hurra, hurra, for the Hartley men,<br>For now their rescue's nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their rescue nigh? The sound of joy<br>And hope have ceased, and ere<br>A breath is drawn a rumble heard<br>Re-drives them to despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together now behold them bow;<br>Their burden'd souls unload<br>In cries that never rise in vain<br>Unto the living God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst yet they kneel, again they fell<br>Their strength renewed -- again<br>The swing and the ring of the mall attests<br>The might of the Hartley men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hark! to the blow of the mall below,<br>Do sounds above reply?<br>Hurra, hurra, for the Hartley men,<br>For now their rescue's nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But lo! yon light, erewhile so bright<br>No longer lights the scene;<br>A cloud of mist yon light has kiss'd<br>And shorn it of its sheen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cloud of mist yon light has kiss'd,<br>See! how long it steels,<br>Till one by one the lights are smote,<br>And deep the doom prevails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, father, till the shaft is rid,<br>Close, close besides me keep;<br>My eyelids are together glued,<br>And I -- and I -- must sleep&quot;.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, darling, sleep, and I will keep<br>Close by -- heigh-ho!&quot; To keep<br>Himself awake the father strives --<br>But he -- he too -- must sleep.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O, brother, till the shaft is rid,<br>Close, close besides me keep;<br>My eyelids are together glued,<br>And I -- and I -- must sleep.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, brother, sleep and I will keep<br>Close by -- heigh-ho! To keep<br>Half awake the brother strives --<br>But he -- he too must sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O mother, dear! wert, wert thou near<br>Whilst sleep!&quot; And the orphan slept;<br>And all night long by the black pit heap<br>The mother a dumb watch kept</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fathers, and mothers, and sisters, and brothers,<br>The lover and the new-made bride --<br>A vigil kept for those who slept,<br>From eve to morning tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But they slept -- still -- in silence dread,<br>Two hundred old and young,<br>To awake when heaven and earth have sped<br>And the last dread trumpet rung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Skipsey">Joseph Skipsey</a><div class=q>
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Ye'll hear a tale of woe;
I'll tell the doom of the Hartley men -
The year of sixty two.

'Twas on the Thursday morning, on
The first month of the year,
When there befell the thing that well
May rend the heart to he..."></div>
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