The Coal Miners
Though we died in the depths of the earth, we have given coal, Freedom, in your name.
Though we had many masters, we owned no rule but yours,
For that is vain which is not done for Freedom.
The Farmers
In your name, Freedom,
We have cleared forests and made deserts bloom
And covered the states with corn and wheat and herds,
And suffered droughts and storms, Freedom,
That yours might be a great empire.
The Builders
Freedom, we have built the fences of your farmers and the roofs of your cities,
We have made machines of your empire, Freedom, and we have built our lives into its structure,
For you, Freedom, only for you.
The Women and Children
We have given, Freedom, in your hands, our youth and our health and our beauty
In the fields, and the factories of your empire, Freedom, we have given all that we had to give,
Holding always to our faith in you.
The Meek Men
Durably, without complaint, day after day,
We have filled the little tasks of your empire, Freedom,
Performed little duties and earned little wages,
Without complaining, without understanding,
Save that we worked in your name.