Within the vast boundaries of nature
There is still room for the suffering and needy to find a home.
Within her bosom there are resources
Sufficient to provide them with food.
Hidden in the depths of the earth are blessings for
All who have courage and will and perseverance to gather her treasures.
The tilling of the soil,
The employment that God appointed to man in Eden,
Opens a field in which there is opportunity for
Multitudes to gain a subsistence.
Thousands and tens of thousands might be working
Upon the soil who are crowded into the cities,
Watching for a chance to earn a triffe.
In many cases this triffe is not spent for bread,
But is put into the till of the liquor seller,
To obtain that which destroys soul and body.
Many look upon labour as drudgery,
And they try to obtain a livelihood by scheming
Rather than by honest toil.
This desire to get a living without work opens the door
To wretchedness and vice and crime almost without limit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting format. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline