Possibilities

There are who fear the loosing of the knot That ties our labouring brother to the oar. Release him, say they, and he will not soar; Full- fed and idle, he will fall and rot. Give him his share — let sharp need scourge him not — Let cruel spur of hunger prick no more, But all have bounty of the rich world's store — And wreck and ruin is our certain lot! But ease the toil- worn arm, the anxious brain, And Reason, set more firmly on her throne, Should guide more truly the enfranchised will. Though want depart, divine desires remain; Man, born of God, lives not by bread alone, And realms of Knowledge are to conquer still.