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A Miner's Morning Song. Awake, brother miner! the stars have grown dim, 'Tis time to be stirring the sleep-strengthened limb; The lark saluting the regions of love, And soon will the sun flash the grey mists above: Prepare thee to sink, though the fancy should soar; We must to the darkness scenes of labour once more. Come! Rise, brother, rise! and from grumbling refrain; He who murmurs in idleness, murmurs in vain; A sweet slumber hangs on thy little ones brows, A love-hallowed prayer's in the heart of thy spouse; She pleads where thou know'st she has pled well before, That angels may guard thee to safety once more. Arise! Brother miner! 'Twas only a dream, That hum of green woodlands, that stroll by the stream; Some joy-loving fairy, in portraiture gay, Has shown thee by night what thou seest not by day. Yet, brother, despair not; the hours will pass o'er; We'll rise as the day wanes to gladness once more, Suppress these deep sighs, brother, though it may be The fate of thy kinsman is waiting for thee; O'er sorrows untested 'tis folly to brood; We must, like that kinsman, brave danger for food. Then up and be stirring; like serf-men of yore, We'll rest when we've plodded our portion once more. Be cheerful, poor brother! Ive heard of a land Where no over-labour e'er blisters the hand- A land where no fetters of slavery are seen, Where the grindstone of tyranny never hath been, Perhaps we'll go there when our ploddings are o're. And the we'll be weary-boned miners no more. |
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