And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
"Jerusalem"William Blake
Work in the cotton mill all my life,
I ain't got nothing but a Barlow knife,
And it's hard times in this old mill,
It's hard times in here.
"Hard Times in the Mill"Traditional folk song
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The late afternoon sky was bright and clear, a mocking contrast to the dim, dark town. Dull brick row houses were crowded together, blocking the rays of the sun from the gardens, where only weeds seemed to flourish.&