. The hope of the world and other poems. thed a knew but work all through the wi-etched then dull sleep for labor to be strong ? Where are the builders of the centuries,Laboring afield and toiling on the for bricks their human hearts and their lives in others destinies ? Where are the builders of great ocean into creeks and the cordon of the solid cliff?We know them not, no poet sings their praise. Where are these toilers with the pick and the river and the their heads against the moun
. The hope of the world and other poems. thed a knew but work all through the wi-etched then dull sleep for labor to be strong ? Where are the builders of the centuries,Laboring afield and toiling on the for bricks their human hearts and their lives in others destinies ? Where are the builders of great ocean into creeks and the cordon of the solid cliff?We know them not, no poet sings their praise. Where are these toilers with the pick and the river and the their heads against the mountain-side,Upon whose back the yoke of earth is laid ? 26 THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. Where are the toilers with the sword and spearFor whom the world has never shed one tear,Who huilded emijire with their sweat and blood ?Tell me, 0 despots, if ye have no fear! The twice ten thousand put to deatli with shameOn wheel or rack or swallowed up in flameAre overshadowed in the lapse of timeBy the bright luster of a conquerors CUTTING THE CORDON UF TllK MjLlIi LLlll. THE HOPE OF THE WORLD AND OTHER POEMS. 2] Where are the millions who have lived and died,Carried their crosses and been crucified,Robbed of their joy een from the hour of birth,And all, to sate a Caesars haughty pride? When God first set the orbit of the stars And lashed them each to each with fragile bars Of silver light, /md placed the sun by day To riile the spheres, where were earths kings and czars ? Not all arc fools who wear the jesters gown,Full many a prince hath better played the clown,For cap and bells may hide a deal of witWliile oft a pate is addled by a crown. If God is just, and else He is not God,He did not make thy fellow-man a clodAnd thee a prince, to rule him by thy might,Isor left a scepter, save His chastening rod. If truth is right, and else it shall not stand,God gave the ocean and the beauteous laudWith equal rights unto the sons of menThat all might sec His love and understand.
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