A SONG OF WORKERS

Hail to the hodmen, The builders of houses! Hail to the navvies Laying pipes for pure water! Hail to the miners Prisoned in pits, Cleaving the coal, Dauntless of death from the gases!

Here's to you, sailors, Brave on the boisterous Breast of the ocean, Tanned by the sun and the tempest! Here's to you, trainmen— Couplers and stokers— All you conductors— You with your hand on the throttle!

Gloria! Doctors, Nurses and mothers, Teachers of children, Patient with feet that are plodding; Gloria! Students, Lovers of nature, And you scientists— Priests of the veiled, vast Shekinahs!