ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 149

Us Our Daily Bread
O LORDS ! O rulers of the nation !
O softly clothed ! O richly fed !
O men of •wealth, and noble station !
Give us our daily bread.
For you we are content to toil,
For you our blood like rain is shed.
Then lords and rulers of the soi!9
Give us our dally bread.
Your silken robes, "with endless care,
Still weave we ; still unclothed, unfed,
We make the raiment that ye wear.
Give us our daily bread.
In the red forge-light do we stand,
We early leave — late seek our bed,
Tempering the steel for your right hand.
Give us our daily bread.
We sow your fields, ye reap the fruit,
"We live in misery and In dread.
Hear but our prayer, and -we are mute,
Give us our daily bread.
Throughout old England's pleasant fields,
There is no spot -where we may tread,
No house to us sweet shelter yields.
Give us our daily bread.
Fathers are we ; we see our sons,
We see our fair young daughters, dead :
Then hear us, O ye mighty ones 1
Give us our daily bread.
Tis vain — with cold, unfeeling eye
Ye gaze on us, unclothed, unfed,
Tis vain — ye will not hear our cry,
Nor give us daily bread.
We turn from you, our lords by birth,
To him who is our Lrord above ;
We pre all made of the same earth9
Are children of one love.
Then Father of this world of wonders !
Judge of the living and the dead !
X«ord of the lightnings and the thunders,
Give us our daily bread.
Wathen Jf ark Wttks CaU,
writing in the Corn Law days