The shape of the family home, the home of the friendly parents and children. FULL CHOIR The shapes arise! FOUR VOICES Shapes of Democracy, total, result of centuries! EIGHT VOICES Shapes ever projecting other shapes! TWELVE VOICES Shapes of turbulent manly cities! TWENTY VOICES Shapes of friends and home givers to the whole earth! FULL CHOIR Shapes bracing the earth and braced with the whole earth! FOUR VOICES In the labor of engines and trades and the labor of fields I find the developments And find the eternal meanings.... THE RAILROAD BUILDERS O Freedom, in your name, We have built a railroad across a continent And linked the east and the west with strips of steel; We have worked, Freedom, for the empire which is yours, For that which is not yours is nothing. [_Freedom lifts her head and listens._] THE STEEL WORKERS Steel! Steel! Steel! Flame and smoke and blood! We have pounded with our fists, Freedom, And forged with our hearts, And our bodies have fed the furnaces, That your empire, Freedom, might endure in steel Over the land and upon the seas. [_Freedom listens still but gives no sign._] THE COAL MINERS Though we died in the depths of the earth, we have given coal, Freedom, in your name. Though we had many masters, we owned no rule but yours, For that is vain which is not done for Freedom. THE FARMERS In your name, Freedom, We have cleared forests and made deserts bloom And covered the states with corn and wheat and herds, And suffered droughts and storms, Freedom, That yours might be a great empire. THE BUILDERS Freedom, we have built the fences of your farmers and the roofs of your cities, We have made machines of your empire, Freedom, and we have built our lives into its structure, For you, Freedom, only for you. THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN We have given, Freedom, in your hands, our youth and our health and our beauty In the fields, and the factories of your empire, Freedom, we have given all that we had to give, Holding always to our faith in you. THE MEEK MEN Durably, without complaint, day after day, We have filled the little tasks of your empire, Freedom, Performed little duties and earned little wages, Without complaining, without understanding, Save that we worked in your name. THE WHOLE CROWD Reward us, Freedom! THE CHOIR Workmen and Workwomen! I do not affirm that what you see beyond is futile ... I do not say leading you, thought great are not great ... But I say that none lead to greater than these lead to. THE WHOLE CROWD Reward us, Freedom! [_With one accord the whole crowd turns and lifts its hands to Freedom. A sudden hush comes and the light on the crowd begins to pale._] FOUR VOICES We found our own, O my Soul, in the calm and cool of the daybreak. THE CHRONICLER The word is Roosevelt’s.