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The Hired Man

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Parent Issue
Day
10
Month
August
Year
1888
Copyright
Public Domain
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I givo my time, my song, my lifo to toil, My brow oí bronze, my arms oí brawn, aro hers; For her alone each willing mu8clo stirs ; For her, I guido the plough and delve the land, For her, my brow is wet, my íace is tanned. Sweet labor, brown-cheeked as the chostnut burs - Thy lightest law my lagging spirit spurs, And undor beat and burden bid me stand. So, in thy name tho oíd Une fence I scale, Just where the whispering maple shades the plooe; I mount the panel with the softest rail, And let th light wlnds fan my patiënt face-, And th'ere, whore blrds and moments idly flitrI'll slt, and sit, and sit, and slt, and sit.

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Subjects
Old News
Ann Arbor Democrat