WE HAMMER, hammer, hammer on and on, Day out, day in, throughout the year, In blazing heat and tempests drear; God's house we slowly heavenward rear -- We'll never see it done! We hammer, hammer, hammer, might and main. The sun torments, the rain-drops prick, Our eyes grow blind with dust so thick; Our name in dust, too, fadeth quick -- No glory and no gain! We hammer, hammer, hammer ever on. O blessed God on Heaven's throne, Dost thou take a care of every stone And leave the toiling poor alone, Whom no one looks upon? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 7 by WALT WHITMAN TWO THINGS by AMIR MAHMUD IBN AMIR YAMINU'D-DIN TUGHRA'I WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT |