Psalm 1
These are our serfs and our bondmen, slighted, forsaken, outcast,
Hewing the path of the future, heirs of the wrongs of the past,
Forespent in the vanguard of progress, vagrant, untutored, unskilled,
Laboring forever and ever, so that our bellies be filled.
Building the homes of the haughty, rearing the mansions of worth—
Wanderers lost to the wide world, hell-harried slaves of the earth,
Visionless, dreamless, and voiceless children of worry and care,
Sweltering, straining and striving under the burdens they bear—
Stretches the future before them clouded and bleak as their past;
They are our serfs and our brothers, slighted, forsaken, outcast.
Hewing the path of the future, heirs of the wrongs of the past,
Forespent in the vanguard of progress, vagrant, untutored, unskilled,
Laboring forever and ever, so that our bellies be filled.
Building the homes of the haughty, rearing the mansions of worth—
Wanderers lost to the wide world, hell-harried slaves of the earth,
Visionless, dreamless, and voiceless children of worry and care,
Sweltering, straining and striving under the burdens they bear—
Stretches the future before them clouded and bleak as their past;
They are our serfs and our brothers, slighted, forsaken, outcast.
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