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Oh glorious are the guarded heights / Where guardian souls abide -- / Self-exiled from our gross delights -- / Above, beyond, outside: / An ampler arc their spirit swings -- / Commands a juster view -- / We have their word for all these things, / Nor doubt their words are true.
Yet we the bondslaves of our day, / Whom dirt and danger press -- / Co-heirs of insolence, delay, / And leagued unfaithfulness -- / Such is our need must seek indeed / And, having found, engage / The men who merely do the work / For which they draw the wage.