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The Man Under the Stone

When I see a workingman with mouths to feed,

Up, day after day, in the dark before the dawn,

And coming home, night after night, through the dusk,

Swinging forward like some fierce silent animal,

I see a man doomed to roll a huge stone up an endless steep.

He strains it onward inch by stubborn inch,

Crouched always in the shadow of the rock....

See where he crouches, twisted, cramped, misshapen! 101