...and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing...stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back his brow? Whose breath blew out the light within...

...general. Less of: ' 'Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground , A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox." There will be more of the teaching: ' 'God made man in His own image; In the image of God made he him."...

...burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A. thing that grieoes not and that neter hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within...

...and gazes on the ground. The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing...stunned, a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw 'i Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light...

...and gazes on the ground. The emptiness of ages in his face And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing...stunned, a brother to the Ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within...

...environment that « bowed him by the weight of centuries,* put "the emptiness of ages in his face," (< made him dead to rapture and despair » — •A thing...never hopes. Stolid and stunned, a brother to the or.1 With clearer notions as to the poet's conception of the toiler-figure in the painting, and remembering...

...and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing...stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within...

...and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing...stunned, a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that slanted back his brow? Whose breath blew out the light within...

...and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his lace, And on his hack the burden of the worH. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid ami stunned, a brother to the ox ? Who losened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that...

...and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing...stunned, a brother to the ox? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light within...