Let not young souls be smothered out before <br />They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. <br />It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull, <br />Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed. <br />Not that they starve; but starve so dreamlessly, <br />Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap, <br />Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve, <br />Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-leaden-eyed/
