Said in the Same Breath as Freedom

“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls); All other occupations?—to hell dispersed! “Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed), busy their hands with myriad controls made to mold you for your determined roles; Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst! “Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest! my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories come crawling, groveling on their sore knees to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’ What else would you do with your God given time if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”