Grimy, and caked with dust of coal he stands, Grasping his pick within his mighty hands; The arbiter of destiny and fate, Greater by far than king or potentate. Shops may not run except at his behest, At forge and blast his strength is manifest. The rolls that rumble and the shears that scream And all the million miracles of steam…
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