("From those condemned to labor...")

F.R.SCOTT

Who shall bend to single plan

The narrow sacrifice of man?

Find the central human urge

To make a thousand roads converge?

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From those condemned to labour

For profit of another

We take our new endeavour.

For sect and class and pattern

Through whom the strata harden

We sharpen now the weapon.

Till power is brought to pooling

And masses share in ruling

There will not be an ending

Nor any peace for spending.

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