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 THE WAGE-SLAVES

glorious are the guarded heights

Where guardian souls abide—

Self-exiled from our gross delights—

Above, beyond, outside:

An ampler arc their spirit swings—

Commands a juster view—

We have their word for all these things,

Nor doubt their words are true.

Yet we the bondslaves of our day,

Whom dirt and danger press—

Co-heirs of insolence, delay,

And leagued unfaithfulness—

Such is our need must seek indeed

And, having found, engage

The men who merely do the work

For which they draw the wage.

From forge and farm and mine and bench,

Deck, altar, outpost lone— 60