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Show I Uncle Walt . 1k Pot P-JomsW AIT rPITAPK. Beneeth this stone ,h,r,!,,,i."!i" who always did hie beet. The sods ordained or-dained that he should move along a low. ly. humNe groove. For him there waa no wealth or fame, he bore no Proud enree-tral enree-tral name, no palace doora for him swung wide, but In file hut he lived and died. Hi yeare were many and his toil brought riehe from the stubborn soil, but all that wealth to them was brought who owned the land whereon he wrought. He 'ash-toned 'ash-toned lumber and the boarde made shelter for th languid lorde. He fed the rows and hcrdrd swine that other men might nohly din. From break of dawn till close of day be tolled along his weary way. and took hie earnings In his hand to fatten thoee who owned the-land. Mia feet wrre seamed with bramble arara. that other might have motor cars. This trip of ground la his reward; twee given hy hie overlord; It a ell feel long and two fret wide, and here they brought him whm he died. To labor bard for, fifty yeare. endure the hurdene and the tcara. to have no grateful hours of rest, to tell, end bend, and do your beet, to grind, and moll and delve and eave. end l the lest to get a grave! Poor souls that In the darkneea grope, and weave and apin and have no hope! i Copyright. "It by Oeorg Matthew Adama. |