When will it come, that golden time, When every man is free? Men who have power to choose their tasks Have all their liberty. They'll sweat and toil who love to feel Their muscles swell and move; While men whose minds are more to them, Create the dreams we love. When will it come, that golden time, When every heart must sing? The power to choose the work we love Makes every man a king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE |