The Pulse of the World

A WORLD of workers—
Thinkers, builders,
Dreamers, artists,
Writers—workers all;
A vast pulsating host
Of great endeavor—
Working out the Master's plan;
Toiling, sweating,
Grieving—singing,
Playing—resting,
Young or old, weak or strong;
Vainly striving only
Where no love pulsates
From the throbbing Heart of God.
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