Song Of The Engines

by Rudyard Kipling

    We now, held in captivity,
    Spring to our labours nor greive!
    See now, how it is a blesseder,
    Brothers, to give than to receive!
    Keep trust, wherefore ye were made,
    Paying the duty ye owe;
    For a clean thrust and the sheer of the blade
    Shall carry us where we should go.