The Day’s Work

Song of the Engines

Rudyard Kipling

WE NOW, held in captivity,
    Spring to our labours nor greive!
See now, how it is a blesseder,
    Brothers, to give than to receive!
Keep trust, wherefore ye were made,
    Paying the duty ye owe;
For a clean thrust and the sheer of the blade
    Shall carry us where we should go.

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