Unshaken nerves, and a determined hand.
“Lo! men at work!” I said, “and I, a man,
Can work! I feel it is my pride, I can.”
This said, I wander’d on, and join’d the poor,
Assumed a labourer’s dress, and was no more
Than labour made—Upon the road I broke
Stones for my bread, and startled at the stroke;
But every day the labour seem’d more light, 130
And sounder, sweeter still the sleep of every night.
“Thus will I live,” I cried, “nor more return