On the road home; poems . e men with grimy faces And coats that are out of date,Women whose pallid lips and cheeks Tell the dreary struggle with oh ! the cheery courage And the eyes with light aglowAs over the down-town ferries These toilers come and go! They are working for wife and babies,For a mother bent and gray. Or a sister bound to a weary only the strength to pray. ?i 57 i Working for honest wages To pay for the bread they eat, Or to buy the childrens school-books,And shoes for the childrens feet. Crossing the down-town ferries Daily at set of sun,You may meet the c
On the road home; poems . e men with grimy faces And coats that are out of date,Women whose pallid lips and cheeks Tell the dreary struggle with oh ! the cheery courage And the eyes with light aglowAs over the down-town ferries These toilers come and go! They are working for wife and babies,For a mother bent and gray. Or a sister bound to a weary only the strength to pray. ?i 57 i Working for honest wages To pay for the bread they eat, Or to buy the childrens school-books,And shoes for the childrens feet. Crossing the down-town ferries Daily at set of sun,You may meet the crowds of toilers Whose long days work is know what a shout of greeting Theyll hear when they lift the latch—A shout the angels listen for, And pause in their songs to catch. Who does not thrill with pleasure As the brave procession comes,Needing no rally of bugles, Nor beat of strenuous drums ?Though a host may press anear them Who neither toil nor theirs to wear the laurels The lowlier laborers
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