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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of the Wheels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Dives he was walking in his garden all alone,<br>Where his flowers are made of iron and his trees are made of stone,<br>And his hives are full of thunder and the lightning leaps and kills,<br>For the mills of God grind slowly; and he works with other mills.<br>Dives found a mighty silence; and he missed the throb and leap,<br>The noise of all the sleepless creatures singing him to sleep.<br>And he said: "A screw has fallen-or a bolt has slipped aside-<br>Some little thing has shifted": and the little things replied:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Call upon the wheels, master, call upon the wheels;<br>We are taking rest, master, finding how it feels,<br>Strict the law of thine and mine: theft we ever shun-<br>All the wheels are thine, master-tell the wheels to run!<br>Yea, the Wheels are mighty gods-set them going then!<br>We are only men, master, have you heard of men?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O, they live on earth like fishes, and a gasp is all their breath.<br>God for empty honours only gave them death and scorn of death,<br>And you walk the worms for carpet and you tread a stone that squeals<br>Only, God that made them worms did not make them wheels.<br>Man shall shut his heart against you and you shall not find the spring.<br>Man who wills the thing he wants not, the intolerable thing-<br>Once he likes his empty belly better than your empty head<br>Earth and heaven are dumb before him: he is stronger than the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Call upon the wheels, master, call upon the wheels,<br>Steel is beneath your hand, stone beneath your heels,<br>Steel will never laugh aloud, hearing what we heard,<br>Stone will never break its heart, mad with hope deferred-<br>Men of tact that arbitrate, slow reform that heals-<br>Save the stinking grease, master, save it for the wheels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"King Dives in the garden, we have naught to give or hold-<br>(Even while the baby came alive the rotten sticks were sold.)<br>The savage knows a cavern and the peasants keep a plot,<br>Of all the things that men have had-lo! we have them not.<br>Not a scrap of earth where ants could lay their eggs-<br>Only this poor lump of earth that walks about on legs-<br>Only this poor wandering mansion, only these two walking trees,<br>Only hands and hearts and stomachs-what have you to do with these?<br>You have engines big and burnished, tall beyond our fathers' ken,<br>Why should you make peace and traffic with such feeble folk as men?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Call upon the wheels, master, call upon the wheels,<br>They are deaf to demagogues, deaf to crude appeals;<br>Are our hands our own, master?-how the doctors doubt!<br>Are our legs our own, master? wheels can run without-<br>Prove the points are delicate-they will understand.<br>All the wheels are loyal; see how still they stand!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Dives he was walking in his garden in the sun,<br>He shook his hand at heaven, and he called the wheels to run,<br>And the eyes of him were hateful eyes, the lips of him were curled,<br>And he called upon his father that is lord below the world,<br>Sitting in the Gate of Treason, in the gate of broken seals,<br>"Bend and bind them, bend and bind them, bend and bind them into wheels,<br>Then once more in all my garden there may swing and sound and sweep-<br>The noise of all the sleepless things that sing the soul to sleep."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Call upon the wheels, master, call upon the wheels,<br>Weary grow the holidays when you miss the meals,<br>Through the Gate of Treason, through the gate within,<br>Cometh fear and greed of fame, cometh deadly sin;<br>If a man grow faint, master, take him ere he kneels,<br>Take him, break him, rend him, end him, roll him, crush him with the wheels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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