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There is a destiny that makes us brothers:
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back onto our own.
I care not what his temples or his creeds,
One thing holds firm and fast
That into his fateful heap of days and deeds
The soul of man is cast.

— Edwin Markham

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Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.

The Man with the Hoe and Other Poems (1899)

He drew a circle that shut me out —
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.

The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913)

I fear the vermin that shall undermine
Senate and citadel and school and shrine.

For over the world a dim hope hovers,
The hope at the heart of all our songs —
That the banded stars are in league with lovers,
And fight against their wrongs.

The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913)

Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him
Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?

The Man With the Hoe (1898)

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