A Toiler's Plaint

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A Toiler's Plaint

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David Diamondstein, “A Toiler’s Plaint,” Mother Earth 1, no. 7 (September 1906): 26.

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A TOILER’S PLAINT.

By David Diamondstein.

 

You may sing of sunshine and flowers,
      Of the beauty and joy of spring;

But for me the day’s long hours
      Naught but weariness bring.

 

I weep when the sun is a-shining,
      For I know not how this may be,

That I, a man, am slaving,

      While beasts in the woods are free.

 

The birds that live in the forests

      Are happily soaring about;

They sing to the glory of nature

      As they till their loved one’s mouth.

 

The bees that hum in the meadow
      Give praise to the glorious sun;

They embrace and kiss the flowers
      ‘Till the livelong day is done.

 

While I, who am made in “God’s image,”

      Am sweating my life away;
And I long for the night’s fair bosom,

      While I hate and I curse the day.

 

I curse the day with its noises,
      Its hurry, and worry, and wrath.

For the best of my life has it taken
      And leaves me a prey unto Death.

 

David Diamondstein, “A Toiler’s Plaint,” Mother Earth 1, no. 7 (September 1906): 26.

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Diamondstein, David, “A Toiler's Plaint,” The Libertarian Labyrinth, accessed October 17, 2019, http://library.libertarian-labyrinth.org/items/show/1619.