Work starts within, outside it takes such space
that it soon seizes hands, then the limits of breath.
Look – your will strikes a deep bell in stone,
thought strikes certainty, a peak
both for heart and for hand.
For this certainty of mind, this certainty of eye,
for this vertical line, you pay with a generous hand.
The stone yields you its strength, and man matures through work,
which inspires him to difficult good.
With good then it begins: the growing in the heart and the
great events, a multitude of men are drawn in.
Listen to love that ripens in hammers, in even sounds.
Children will cary them into the future, singing:
“In our fathers’ hearts
work knew no bounds.”
– from “Inspiration”