Song Of The Engines
by 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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