The Tongues of Toil Do you hear the call from a hundred lands.Lords of a dying name?We are the men of sinewed handsWhom the earth and the seas acclaim.We are the hoards that made you lords.And gathered your gear and spoil.And we speak with a word that should be heard—Hark to the tongues of toil!The power of your hands it falls at last,The strength of your rule is o'er,Where the might of a million slaves is massedTo the shouts of a... more...