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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511148" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wage-Slaves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, glorious are the guarded heights<br> Where guardian souls abide--<br>Self-exiled from our gross delights--<br> Above, beyond, outside:<br>An ampler arc their spirit swings--<br> Commands a juster view--<br>We have their word for all these things,<br> No doubt their words are true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet we, the bond slaves of our day,<br> Whom dirt and danger press--<br>Co-heirs of insolence, delay,<br> And leagued unfaithfulness--<br>Such is our need must seek indeed<br> And, having found, engage<br>The men who merely do the work<br> For which they draw the wage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From forge and farm and mine and bench,<br> Deck, altar, outpost lone--<br>Mill, school, battalion, counter, trench,<br> Rail, senate, sheepfold, throne--<br>Creation's cry goes up on high<br> From age to cheated age:<br>&quot;Send us the men who do the work<br> &quot;For which they draw the wage!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words cannot help nor wit achieve,<br> Nor e'en the all-gifted fool,<br>Too weak to enter, bide, or leave<br> The lists he cannot rule.<br>Beneath the sun we count on none<br> Our evil to assuage,<br>Except the men that do the work<br> For which they draw the wage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When through the Gates of Stress and Strain<br> Comes forth the vast Event--<br>The simple, sheer, sufficing, sane<br> Result of labour spent--<br>They that have wrought the end unthought<br> Be neither saint nor sage,<br>But only men who did the work<br> For which they drew the wage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore to these the Fates shall bend<br> (And all old idle things )<br>Werefore on these shall Power attend<br> Beyond the grip of kings:<br>Each in his place, by right, not grace,<br> Shall rule his heritage--<br>The men who simply do the work<br> For which they draw the wage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not such as scorn the loitering street,<br> Or waste, to earth its praise,<br>Their noontide's unreturning heat<br> About their morning ways;<br>But such as dower each mortgaged hour<br> Alike with clean courage--<br>Even the men who do the work<br> For which they draw the wage--<br>Men, like to Gods, that do the work<br> For which they draw the wage--<br>Begin-continue-close that work<br> For which they draw the wage!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 Where guardian souls abide--
Self-exiled from our gross delights--
 Above, beyond, outside:
An ampler arc their spirit swings--
 Commands a juster view--
We have their word for all these things,
 No doubt thei..."></div>
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