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("Who built the beautiful roads? " queried a friend of the present order, as we walked one day along the macadamised driveway of Fairmount Park.)
I saw them toiling in the blistering sun, / Their dull, dark faces leaning toward the stone, / Their knotted fingers grasping the rude tools, / Their rounded shoulders narrowing in their chest, / The sweat drops dripping in great painful beads.