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VOICE OF TOIL by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896)

Poem Explanation Poet Analysis

First Line: I HEARD MEN SAYING, LEAVE HOPE AND PRAYING
Subject(s): LABOR AND LABORERS;

I am the voice of Toil and Hunger, pain and woe;
I am the swordless, sorrowful, unresting seed of war.
I am the clutch'd and bleeding hand, the asker and the knower,
I am the friend of all my kind, the lover of the poor.
I am the voice of him who sits, and watches in the night;
I am the bearer of all tales, and comforts, and alarms;
I am the mother hen who calls her famishing brood to light,
I am the nurse of all great men, and all good women's arms.
I am the sower and the seed of every striving soul,
I am the tyrant and the slave, the war, and what shall be;
I am the one thing under heaven that naught can bend or bow,
I am the power of all the earth, the joy of all the sea.
The dust and sweat and blood of Toil, the up-turned, furrow'd sod,
Are known to me, are part of me, and I part of them all;
My ear is on the railway-train, my hand upon the rod,
My heart is with the smithy-stroke, the fire, the forge, the mall.
The face of Hunger's self is mine, the children wan and weak;
The sick, the lost, the old, the lone, the weary, and the sad;
The prisoner in his dungeon deep, the felon on the bleak


Therefore my sword is in my hand, my word is on my tongue,
My love is as a flame to burn, and as a banner hung;
I am the arm of all who live, the tongue of all the dead,
I am the first, the last, the peace, the fury, and the dread.
I am the power of patience and of impatience too;
I am the bitter cold of life, the burning heat of woe;
I am the soul of all that lives, the beauty of the night;
I am the lord of lordless lands, the giver of the light.
I am the voice of Toil and Hunger, pain and woe;
I am the swordless, sorrowful, unresting seed of war.
I am the clutch'd and bleeding hand, the asker and the knower,
I am the friend of all my kind, the lover of the poor.






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