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13322	Barnard, William Francis	The Tongues of Toil And Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	3321	291	100	The power of your hands it falls at last, Strong men of all the world! The hangman's hands are dyed with blood, The hangman's heart is dead; Dead lives that know not childhoods grace, Life was formed by labor: The potent powers of earth and sea, Your lust of power, the debtors tears, cold You shall not hand hate's baneful drink, and shall fill the earth. Symbol of love and of life made free. But thou are the flag of the world, of Man. Red as the blood of freedom's dead, Thou art no new thing; thou hast waved from of old. Thou hast seen the day be born from the night; Thou hast buttressed the heart and stiffened the hand Are myriads more than all of thy dead. Of evil days and acts which curse the land. And bind life down with bonds as strong as steel, He knows the men who toil,	./cache/13322.txt	./txt/13322.txt