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He raised his arm to strike, but lax and slow His arm fell nerveless to his side. He might have struck a mighty ringing blow. A blow that might have been his joy and pride.
But no -- his strength at once did fade away, A sudden blow seemed all his soul to fix; He was a workman, working by the day, And heard the whistle blow the hour of six.