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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lay of the Laborer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spade! a rake! a hoe! <br>A pickaxe, or a bill! <br>A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, <br>A flail, or what ye will— <br>And here's a ready hand <br>To ply the needful tool, <br>And skill'd enough, by lessons rough, <br>In Labor's rugged school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hedge, or dig the ditch, <br>To lop or fell the tree, <br>To lay the swarth on the sultry field, <br>Or plough the stubborn lea; <br>The harvest stack to bind, <br>The wheaten rick to thatch, <br>And never fear in my pouch to find <br>The tinder or the match.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a flaming barn or farm <br>My fancies never roam; <br>The fire I yearn to kindle and burn <br>Is on the hearth of Home; <br>Where children huddle and crouch <br>Through dark long winter days, <br>Where starving children huddle and crouch, <br>To see the cheerful rays, <br>A-glowing on the haggard cheek, <br>And not in the haggard's blaze!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Him who sends a drought <br>To parch the fields forlorn, <br>The rain to flood the meadows with mud, <br>The blight to blast the corn, <br>To Him I leave to guide <br>The bolt in its crooked path, <br>To strike the miser's rick, and show <br>The skies blood-red with wrath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spade! a rake! a hoe! <br>A pickaxe, or a bill! <br>A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, <br>A flail, or what ye will— <br>The corn to thrash, or the hedge to plash, <br>The market-team to drive, <br>Or mend the fence by the cover side, <br>And leave the game alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, only give me work, <br>And then you need not fear <br>That I shall snare his Worship's hare, <br>Or kill his Grace's deer; <br>Break into his lordship's house, <br>To steal the plate so rich; <br>Or leave the yeoman that had a purse <br>To welter in a ditch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherever Nature needs, <br>Wherever Labor calls, <br>No job I'll shirk of the hardest work, <br>To shun the workhouse walls; <br>Where savage laws begrudge <br>The pauper babe its breath, <br>And doom a wife to a widow's life, <br>Before her partner's death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My only claim is this, <br>With labor stiff and stark, <br>By lawful turn, my living to earn, <br>Between the light and dark; <br>My daily bread, and nightly bed, <br>My bacon, and drop of beer— <br>But all from the hand that holds the land, <br>And none from the overseer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No parish money, or loaf, <br>No pauper badges for me, <br>A son of the soil, by right of toil <br>Entitled to my fee. <br>No alms I ask, give me my task: <br>Here are the arm, the leg, <br>The strength, the sinews of a Man, <br>To work, and not to beg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still one of Adam's heirs, <br>Though doom'd by chance of birth <br>To dress so mean, and to eat the lean <br>Instead of the fat of the earth; <br>To make such humble meals <br>As honest labor can, <br>A bone and a crust, with a grace to God, <br>And little thanks to man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spade! a rake! a hoe! <br>A pickaxe, or a bill! <br>A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, <br>A flail, or what ye will— <br>Whatever the tool to ply, <br>Here is a willing drudge, <br>With muscle and limb, and woe to him <br>Who does their pay begrudge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who every weekly score <br>Docks labor's little mite, <br>Bestows on the poor at the temple door, <br>But robb'd them over night. <br>The very shilling he hoped to save, <br>As health and morals fail, <br>Shall visit me in the new Bastille, <br>The Spital, or the Gaol!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hood">Thomas Hood</a><div class=q>
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A pickaxe, or a bill! 
A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, 
A flail, or what ye will— 
And here's a ready hand 
To ply the needful tool, 
And skill'd enough, by lessons rough, 
In Labor's rugged school.

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