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Show ! f'-rJ&&:&t.i:A POET'S VISION 'Vjtfc: -V ON LABOR DAY v " - -iTTIOnAY U Idibnr flay Tha nation pme-io do honor -to -Ut A2,000,00Q. var rarnrra f - 1 ' the country. For the majority it h a day of peechcr and obrerranee. But for the --poet --poet it u lomethinir, more a day for looking beyond the walla and beyond the Tiilla and beholding; a vision of work and all iti meaniinga. " . J ' ' ' ' . . Edwin Markham is known to all the world aa the poet who wrote "The Man With the Hoe." He U more: He haa worked with hia handa. He haa worked on the farm, at the -j . - blacksmith ' forge. He ha herded cattle and tended aheep. And today he is one of the 2 moat distingaished literary men of America. - Beaidea' "The Man With the Hoe," published . jt . - in 1899, he baa written - vereea found now in , many volume, . including "The Shoes of J Happiness," "The Gates of Paradise" and "Lineotn." He is honorary preaident of the Poetry Society of America and a member of the National Institute of Arts and Letters. ' Bat he remembers the meaning of work aa he learned it in his early days. No man Is' better fitted to write the poem of this day. "The Carriers of the Load" was composed M especially for The Telegram and tha North American Newspaper Alliance. . . . - I , fje Carriers of tljeHoab f Ubor Day, 1923. 1 - By EDWIN MAEKHAM. ' ' (Copyrlrht, 121, in the United States and Great Britain by North American Newspaper AlUanoa. All Jrifhta raaarvad.). I wreathed with riches, crowned with culture, aat Heaved an day lonr their endlaaa tons of coal. J By mf rraal window opanlnr ta tha stars, Oa Tasaa plains I.esw tha eowboya ride t . Tn amok rlnra olrclinr upward as 1 maaad, a la clouds of duet behind tha beUowlnr harda. Th Taat rooms rlowlar with their marbles, filled I saw tha trains line avar tha narrowtnr rails With tieasiuas from a hundred landa. Outsld With alaeplaaa watchers at tha throttle bar. f kty purrmr motor stood, my racinr yacht Far In to Nordweet suddenly I kaard I ChaTed at the- pier. Al) talnrs were mine Th axea rlnrtnr out of Oregon. "i : All Bin at nut. and life amackod vary sweat: - Aaswarad T um la Wlsoonsin woods . ... I -. ' For I bad wtm them with my own at rone powarat In chorus with tha lumbar mUle of Maine. . t ' ; . . , Then I aaw bulldera hewlnr heavy beam. y Then flaabedon ma vlalonary hoat, . Uftlnr th raftara, ' drlvlnr bom th nalla, , Tha at coped and silent tollers of th world. . Eractlnr mansions never alo ba their homea. I aaw th dust-dark minora, eaadl In cap. Far la tha South, amonr tha' foam white fielda, , 1 Oourlnr th coal from cavern, undersround I saw tha cotton pickers, etooped In tha sun u Thouaands of man Imprisoned under tha earth. And movinr wearily. Than thay faded cut . , As tho condemned for crimes Incredible. And mills of cotton wearers llded In. . ,. In th rray dawn, under tha fadlnr stars " Mills choked with tha flylnr lint and murky sir. w. I bont plowman with their smoklnr taama. Where hargard children tolled amonr tha frames. Turnlnr th daap dark farrows to tha Bsht And than I aaw pale workman, row on row, "w hsrraatara. In kmc hot afternoons. Bant In th awaatahop ta tha eternal roar J ( Raaptor tha rrala d plUnr frarrant hay Of wheel and flylnr needles. Mothers were there. V In sokton hoan. Oa far Atlantic eh owe Crushed with rim burdens that unwomaned them.. I saw th whit sails of flshli boats. With children who are seed oven in youth. 4, Qropinr their way from rivers to the sea. g "I saw th llaara on th ocean rim . These visions roe and faded ; then. a vole '. Jl TralUnr thalr bannered amok upon th wind: ' Cried into my heart: "Man of white handed aaaa. ' ' J j While buried deep In th steaming bold of the ship Ton bar beheld your bard pressed brothers, seen . Th reeking stokers, red la tha furaaca glare, Th conscripts wh are carrying your load. ,-' - |