But view the dust-stained sons of toil return
Like a vast army in their solemn march,
Would not for them ten thousand welcomes burn
In splendor from one grand triumphal arch,
And wealth and fashion honor haste to do
Unto the many who must serve the few?
Like a vast army in their solemn march,
Would not for them ten thousand welcomes burn
In splendor from one grand triumphal arch,
And wealth and fashion honor haste to do
Unto the many who must serve the few?
When shall the artist's canvas honor him
Whom a false bigotry will not perceive
Rising from mists of ignorance, low and dim
'Till side by side with all who would achieve
He stands with noble aim for human good
In light of universal brotherhood?
Whom a false bigotry will not perceive
Rising from mists of ignorance, low and dim
'Till side by side with all who would achieve
He stands with noble aim for human good
In light of universal brotherhood?
He looketh not in dumb dejection pressed
Down to ignoble clods, but up and out,
His calling—it is one among the rest,
He meets it without questioning or doubt
And though he flaunts no sword and breasts no spoil
All honored be his implements of toil.
Down to ignoble clods, but up and out,
His calling—it is one among the rest,
He meets it without questioning or doubt
And though he flaunts no sword and breasts no spoil
All honored be his implements of toil.
Thus leave him—the erect and noble-browed,
Whom future generations gather round
When he who o'er his task an exile bowed
Stands as a prince upon his native ground,
Strong his right arm to wring by honest toil
The Nation's life-blood from a hallowed soil.
Whom future generations gather round
When he who o'er his task an exile bowed
Stands as a prince upon his native ground,
Strong his right arm to wring by honest toil
The Nation's life-blood from a hallowed soil.
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