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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LABOR, by RAY CLARKE ROSE
First Line: Come to me, comrade dear, physician, friend
Last Line: As rarer than the stone the ancients sought.
Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers
First Line: Come to me, comrade dear, physician, friend
Last Line: As rarer than the stone the ancients sought.
Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers
Come to me, comrade dear, physician, friend
With face austere, and hands that show the seal
Of hardy toil, and shoulders wont to feel
The honest burdens' weight; with balms that mend
The miseries of life—its wounds—and lend
The blessings of forgetfulness to heal
The maladies of heart and brain, and steal
From grief its sting and joy its bitter end.
When first we met I spurned the yoke you brought,
And looked upon you as a tyrant sent
To crush me with an unjust punishment;
But now your yoke protects me like a shield,
O Labor! and your blessings are revealed
As rarer than the stone the ancients sought.
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