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Show We are the toilers, men strong of arm, Men who make and build In cities' marts and sylvan part a. Our laughter ne'er is stilled. From early In the morning Till dusk comes creeping on, Our part we play throughout the day And on from dawn to dawn.- Ours Is a wealth of living, Ours Is a hope high born To prove our worth upon the earth, For paths of ease we scorn. We have bullded nations, We have manned the seas. The kings ne'er one a deed has done Of worth more great than these. We have loved and sorrowed, Stumbled, yet trudged on Knowing well whate'er befell, 'Tis goor "l life has gone. "A little better every day," Our banner is unfurled; We prove our worth upon the earth, The toilers of the world. Robin A Walker, In Kansas City Times. |