The Golden Heresy (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from The Golden Heresy Labourer's Joy. Beyond your comfortable bounds The hard, unbroken earth I plough, I plough in hope, and hear the sounds Of happy reapers who shall bow With sickles 'neath the corn head-high, And wonder why men waited long Content with that poor withering rye Sown on the wearied earth you throng. I, all unused to toil, will plough From dawn to dusk the winter through: For if I do not labour now A starving race will turn to you And clamour for the bread that fails E'en now your bodies to sustain - And bloody are the fearful tales Of men who cry for bread in vain. The earth is hard. I am not strong. Afar I hear your mocking laughter, But there is joy the whole day long In toil for those who shall come after. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.