Poems (Dudley)/Labor and Capital

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LABOR AND CAPITAL.
AND here at home, too, Toil complains Of weary hours and meager gains,Of scanty raiment, food and fire And naught that fill the soul's desireFor higher nurture; books and ease, To think and roam the farther seas;A weary riddle this to read,— No sphynx e'er held a closer creed,—Is Gold the king and Labor slave? Or Labor wronged and Gold the knave?Nay, ask it thus: shall Head command Or bow itself to rule of Hand?In truth, can neither reign alone But both may share and fill a throne.
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