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Latter-Day Psalms
Is it he that sweated to make the earth bring forth in the beginning, wrestling with tools against the wild?
Did he pile up the wide, mouldering cities of the dead? Is it his blood that is upon the pyramids?
Did he lay himself down to die on the old frontiers, that there might be peace behind him?
Did he build roads and bridges with his hands? Did he make the corn to grow for innumerable harvests?
Did he cramp his back under the earth to bring up coal and all metals? Does he die daily for our sakes?
It is our backs that are bent. It is we that toil from the beginning until the end of the world.
It is we that hand down an increasing inheritance to all the generations, making the earth to be a pleasant home.
We are mighty in labour. We have great work to do.
Who dare hinder us? Who dare squander what we have made?
Where is the oppressor, the devourer, the accurst?
Did he pile up the wide, mouldering cities of the dead? Is it his blood that is upon the pyramids?
Did he lay himself down to die on the old frontiers, that there might be peace behind him?
Did he build roads and bridges with his hands? Did he make the corn to grow for innumerable harvests?
Did he cramp his back under the earth to bring up coal and all metals? Does he die daily for our sakes?
It is our backs that are bent. It is we that toil from the beginning until the end of the world.
It is we that hand down an increasing inheritance to all the generations, making the earth to be a pleasant home.
We are mighty in labour. We have great work to do.
Who dare hinder us? Who dare squander what we have made?
Where is the oppressor, the devourer, the accurst?
