In a factory building there are wheels and gearings,
     There are cranks and pulleys, beltings tight or slack
Some are whirling swiftly, some are turning slowly,
     Some are thrusting forward, some are pulling back;
Some are smooth and silent, some are rough and noisy,
     Pounding, rattling, clanking, moving with a jerk;
In a wild confusion, in a seeming chaos,
     Lifting, pushing, driving but they do their work.
From the mightiest lever to the tiniest pinion,
     All things move together for the purpose planned;
And behind the working is a mind controlling,
     And a force directing, and a guiding hand.

-Annie Flint.-

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