Oklahoma and Other Poems by Freeman E. (Freeman Edwin) Miller
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All worthies are not sung in song.
That live their lives and do their deeds Where wounded nature writhes and bleeds Beneath the savage blows of wrong; From humble duties tender grown, The truest heroes are unknown. The heart that toils where none may know And uncomplaining conquers care, To save his loved ones or to spare His fellows from the pangs of woe, Is more the hero than who shields His country on the bleeding fields. He claims no praises for his love, He seeks no tribute for his worth, But sows the desert hearts of earth With blossoms from the vales above; And in their sunshine warm and bright He holds these duties as his right. Where lives are dark with dismal groans Great men are often chained by fate, And oft are slaves more truly great Than princes on their purple thrones; But servant brows are bound with shame, While monarchs flutter into fame. Deeds pure and noble, gladly done, Unselfish work for sickly souls |
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