There are who fear the loosing of the knot <br />That ties our labouring brother to the oar. <br />Release him, say they, and he will not soar; <br />Full- fed and idle, he will fall and rot. <br />Give him his share — let sharp need scourge him not — <br />Let cruel spur of hunger prick no more, <br />But all have bounty of the rich world's store — <br />And wreck and ruin is our certain lot! <br /> <br />But ease the toil- worn arm, the anxious brain, <br />And Reason, set more firmly on her throne, <br />Should guide more truly the enfranchised will. <br />Though want depart, divine desires remain; <br />Man, born of God, lives not by bread alone, <br />And realms of Knowledge are to conquer still.<br /><br />Ada Cambridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possibilities-14/
