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They fight your battles for you every day, / The zealous ones, who sorrow in your life.
Undaunted by a century of strife, / With urgent fingers still they point the way / To drawing rooms, in decorous array, / And moral Heavens where no casual wife / May share your lot; where dice and ready knife / Are barred; and feet are silent when you pray.
But you have music in your shuffling feet, / And spirituals for a lenient Lord, / Who lets you sing your promises away.
You hold your sunny corner of the street, / And pluck deep beauty from a banjo chord: / Philosopher whose future is today!