VII.—THE LABORERS.
1. You can not pay with moneyThe million sons of toil—The sailor on the ocean,The peasant on the soil,The laborer in the quarry,The hewer of the coal;Your money pays thehand,But it can not pay thesoul.2. You gaze on the cathedral[53]Whose turrets[54]meet the sky:Remember the foundationsThat in earth and darkness lie:For, were not those foundationsSo darkly resting there,Yon towers up could never soarSo proudly in the air.3. The workshop must be crowded,That the palace may be bright;If the plowman did not plow,Then the poet could not write.Then let every toil be hallowed[55]That man performs for man,And have its share of honorAs part of one great plan.4. See, light darts down from heaven,And enters where it may;The eyes of all earth’s peopleAre cheered with one bright day.And let themind’strue sunshineBe spread o’er earthasfree,And fill the souls of men,As the waters fill the sea.5. The man who turns the soilNeed not have an earthly mind;The digger ’mid the coalNeed not be in spirit blind:The mind can shed a lightOn each worthy labor done,As lowliest things are brightIn the radiance[56]of the sun.6. What cheers the musing[57]student?The poet, the divine?The thought that, for his followers,A brighter day will shine.Let every human laborerEnjoy the vision bright—Let the thought that comes from heaven.Be spread like heaven’s own light!7. Ye men who hold the pen,Rise like a band inspired;[58]And, poets, let your lyrics[59]With hope for man be fired;[60]Till the earth becomes a temple,And every human heartShall join in one great service,Each happy in his part.
1. You can not pay with moneyThe million sons of toil—The sailor on the ocean,The peasant on the soil,The laborer in the quarry,The hewer of the coal;Your money pays thehand,But it can not pay thesoul.2. You gaze on the cathedral[53]Whose turrets[54]meet the sky:Remember the foundationsThat in earth and darkness lie:For, were not those foundationsSo darkly resting there,Yon towers up could never soarSo proudly in the air.3. The workshop must be crowded,That the palace may be bright;If the plowman did not plow,Then the poet could not write.Then let every toil be hallowed[55]That man performs for man,And have its share of honorAs part of one great plan.4. See, light darts down from heaven,And enters where it may;The eyes of all earth’s peopleAre cheered with one bright day.And let themind’strue sunshineBe spread o’er earthasfree,And fill the souls of men,As the waters fill the sea.5. The man who turns the soilNeed not have an earthly mind;The digger ’mid the coalNeed not be in spirit blind:The mind can shed a lightOn each worthy labor done,As lowliest things are brightIn the radiance[56]of the sun.6. What cheers the musing[57]student?The poet, the divine?The thought that, for his followers,A brighter day will shine.Let every human laborerEnjoy the vision bright—Let the thought that comes from heaven.Be spread like heaven’s own light!7. Ye men who hold the pen,Rise like a band inspired;[58]And, poets, let your lyrics[59]With hope for man be fired;[60]Till the earth becomes a temple,And every human heartShall join in one great service,Each happy in his part.
1. You can not pay with moneyThe million sons of toil—The sailor on the ocean,The peasant on the soil,The laborer in the quarry,The hewer of the coal;Your money pays thehand,But it can not pay thesoul.
1. You can not pay with money
The million sons of toil—
The sailor on the ocean,
The peasant on the soil,
The laborer in the quarry,
The hewer of the coal;
Your money pays thehand,
But it can not pay thesoul.
2. You gaze on the cathedral[53]Whose turrets[54]meet the sky:Remember the foundationsThat in earth and darkness lie:For, were not those foundationsSo darkly resting there,Yon towers up could never soarSo proudly in the air.
2. You gaze on the cathedral[53]
Whose turrets[54]meet the sky:
Remember the foundations
That in earth and darkness lie:
For, were not those foundations
So darkly resting there,
Yon towers up could never soar
So proudly in the air.
3. The workshop must be crowded,That the palace may be bright;If the plowman did not plow,Then the poet could not write.Then let every toil be hallowed[55]That man performs for man,And have its share of honorAs part of one great plan.
3. The workshop must be crowded,
That the palace may be bright;
If the plowman did not plow,
Then the poet could not write.
Then let every toil be hallowed[55]
That man performs for man,
And have its share of honor
As part of one great plan.
4. See, light darts down from heaven,And enters where it may;The eyes of all earth’s peopleAre cheered with one bright day.And let themind’strue sunshineBe spread o’er earthasfree,And fill the souls of men,As the waters fill the sea.
4. See, light darts down from heaven,
And enters where it may;
The eyes of all earth’s people
Are cheered with one bright day.
And let themind’strue sunshine
Be spread o’er earthasfree,
And fill the souls of men,
As the waters fill the sea.
5. The man who turns the soilNeed not have an earthly mind;The digger ’mid the coalNeed not be in spirit blind:The mind can shed a lightOn each worthy labor done,As lowliest things are brightIn the radiance[56]of the sun.
5. The man who turns the soil
Need not have an earthly mind;
The digger ’mid the coal
Need not be in spirit blind:
The mind can shed a light
On each worthy labor done,
As lowliest things are bright
In the radiance[56]of the sun.
6. What cheers the musing[57]student?The poet, the divine?The thought that, for his followers,A brighter day will shine.Let every human laborerEnjoy the vision bright—Let the thought that comes from heaven.Be spread like heaven’s own light!
6. What cheers the musing[57]student?
The poet, the divine?
The thought that, for his followers,
A brighter day will shine.
Let every human laborer
Enjoy the vision bright—
Let the thought that comes from heaven.
Be spread like heaven’s own light!
7. Ye men who hold the pen,Rise like a band inspired;[58]And, poets, let your lyrics[59]With hope for man be fired;[60]Till the earth becomes a temple,And every human heartShall join in one great service,Each happy in his part.
7. Ye men who hold the pen,
Rise like a band inspired;[58]
And, poets, let your lyrics[59]
With hope for man be fired;[60]
Till the earth becomes a temple,
And every human heart
Shall join in one great service,
Each happy in his part.
[53]Ca-theˊ-dral, a church edifice.[54]Turˊ-rets, spires, or little towers.[55]Halˊ-low-ed, treated as sacred.[56]Raˊ-di-ance, vivid brightness.[57]Musˊ-ing, meditating.[58]In-spirˊed, divinely influenced.[59]Lyrˊ-ics, songs; hymns.[60]Firˊed, animated.
[53]Ca-theˊ-dral, a church edifice.
[53]Ca-theˊ-dral, a church edifice.
[54]Turˊ-rets, spires, or little towers.
[54]Turˊ-rets, spires, or little towers.
[55]Halˊ-low-ed, treated as sacred.
[55]Halˊ-low-ed, treated as sacred.
[56]Raˊ-di-ance, vivid brightness.
[56]Raˊ-di-ance, vivid brightness.
[57]Musˊ-ing, meditating.
[57]Musˊ-ing, meditating.
[58]In-spirˊed, divinely influenced.
[58]In-spirˊed, divinely influenced.
[59]Lyrˊ-ics, songs; hymns.
[59]Lyrˊ-ics, songs; hymns.
[60]Firˊed, animated.
[60]Firˊed, animated.