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The Rock-Breaker
Pausing he leans upon his sledge, and looks—
A labor-blasted toiler:
So have I seen, on Shasta's top, a pine
Stand silent on a cliff,
Stript of its glory of green leaves and boughs,
Its great trunk split by fire,
Its gray bark blackened by the thunder-smoke,
Its life a sacrifice
To some blind purpose of the Destinies.
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