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Our Martyrs

Every town and city has them,
Many families, too, I find-
Men and women, worn and broken
Both in body and in mind.
Carrying other people's burdens,
Worrying over other's woes.
Hurt by unjust criticism;
What they suffer no one knows.
Oh, that all would do their duty,
And that each would bear his share;
None would then be overloaded,
None be burdened down with care.
But be patient, O ye weary,
Struggle on, nor cease to pray.
If you carry other's burdens,
You will surely draw the pay.