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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Wathen Marks Wilks Call (1817–1890)

The People’s Petition

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 soil,

Give us our daily 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.

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!

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 Lord above;

We all are made of the same earth,

Are children of one love.

Then, Father of this world of wonders!

Judge of the living and the dead!

Lord of the lightnings and the thunders!

Give us our daily bread.