Producer

Producer, Originator, Titan of Mind,
Material Spiritual Man of Mankind,
Highest in Virtue, Noblest in Thought,
Master of Matter captured and wrought,
User of mountains scooped up for gain,
Lasher of oceans bounded and chained,
Joy of fair valleys citied and filled,
Gladness of plain-lands wheat-gold has thrilled,
Ego of mine-shafts, brain-life of coal,
Self of the steel of manhood’s control,
Rocket of reason, right in your aim,
Universe future—light of your flame,
Worshiper wholly and solely of one
Magnificent being who works the work done,
You must now sanction you as the cause
That reins in reality, grasping its laws!

You have been damned as a spiritual nought;
You, who were first in each battle men fought,
Bringing them fire, and comfort and health,
Giving their lives the most glorious wealth,
Saving their skins, working harder and late,
Wearing the worst of the curse of men’s hate;
Atlas unbending, giant sublime,
Their hate of you—an immoral crime!

Speak, and declare it, “Virtue’s my thought,
Weakness is wishing, nothing has brought.
Rational selfishness—that is my key
Opening wider my mind that is me.
Trusting my vision, judging alone—
Jewels that are glitt’ring daring I’ve shown.
Now I am done with the creeds of deny,;
MY moral creed is “‘I’ for my ‘I'”.
I am not guilt, but pureness of sun,
Aimed at my aim with my way begun.
Profits—I earn them, none of them yours;
Justice is justice while justice endures.
Pitiful needing, that’s not a claim;
Who’s wanting fire starts his own flame.
Mine the ability I have set free;
All that I make comes rightly to me.
Proud must I be, loving my worth,
Standing glad man, gladdest on earth.
Producer victorious, heeding those not
Who, whining, resentful, selves have forgot—
Men who would force me off of my course,
Knowing their living leans on my source,
Source that’s my spirit, voice of my will,
Virtuous reasoning choice that I full.
I am the engine, drive me I can,
I, the producer, highest of man!”

Honesty deepest, integrity, pride,
Valiant in worshiping all you have tried:
Effort unending, spiritual flight,
Truth never bending for any man’s fright;
Youth in you always, joy born in place
There in the tightness sculpt in your face.
Face of man certain, sure you are good,—
Sing out your rightness! Man, but you should!

Soul of fair valleys night-less with light,
Spirit of gold plains grain does ignite,
Ego of railroads, highways your soul,
Self of the conquering speed of far goal,
Rocket of reason closing up time,
Bringing to stars an easier climb,
Worshiper wholly and solely of one
Magnificent being who works the work done!

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