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They were three old men with hoary hair	A
And beards of wintry gray	B
And they digged a grave in the yellow soil	C
And they crooned this song as they plied their toil	C
In the fading light of day	B
	-
Hither ye bring your workmen	D
Like tools that are broken and bent	E
To pay your due to their cunning	F
After their skill is spent	E
Hither ye bring them and lay them	G
And go when your prayers are said	H
Back where the stress of your living	F
Makes mock of the peace of your dead	H
	-
From the iron paved roads of traffic	I
From the shell scarred fields of war	J
From the lands of earth's burning girdle	K
To the snows of her uttermost star	L
Ye bring in your sons and daughters	M
From the glare and the din of today	B
Giving them back unto silence	N
And sealing their lips with clay	B
	-
Some drunk with the wine of carnage	O
Some clothed with the shreds of power	P
Some stark from the fields of famine	Q
Some decked for the pleasaunce bower	P
And all with their still clay fingers	M
To their cold clay bosoms laid	R
To sleep from on to on	S
At the lowly Sign of the Spade	R
	-
Afar through the quickening ages	T
Fell the first keen notes of strife	U
And they held out their hands in the darkness	V
Toward that blatant boon called life	U
And they heard the building of empires	M
And the restless trampling of men	W
And the dust that was made for heartbreak	X
Grew poignant even then	W
	-
Your bones they are moist with marrow	Y
And with milk your breasts are full	Z
Your hands they are strong and subtle	K
And your life blood never dull	K
But fail at the sword or the plowshare	A2
Or fall at the forge or the wheel	B2
And ye only mar earth's bosom	C2
With a wound that her dust will heal	B2
	-
Hither ye bring your workmen	D
And it's ever the tale retold	R
Of the useless tools of the builders	M
Battered and broken and old	R
Hither ye bring them and lay them	G
And go when your prayers are said	R
For the blood of your living is dearer	P
Than the idle dust of your dead	R
	-
They were three old men with hoary hair	A
And beards of wintry gray	B
And they shouldered their spades for their work was done	Q
And they left behind at the set of sun	Q
A grave in the yellow clay	B

Charles Hamilton Musgrove

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