Turn of a hand, And the lightning sweeps your room. Turn of a hand, And gone are dust-pan and broom. Turn of a hand, And work is transformed to play. Turn of a hand, And life is relieved and gay. This is the boon That science is bringing to you. This is the boon The ages are hastening to. This is the boon, That labor may know a rest. This is the boon, That spirits may seek the best. Ever the more To rise from the serfdom of toil! Ever the more To conquer the floor and the soil! Ever the more With freedom to fill the day! Ever the more To work in the heavenly way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON MEN AND BOYS by KARL THEODORE KORNER SONNET: 54 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |