God, we don't like to complain; We know that the mine is no lark. But-there's the pools from the rain; But-there's the cold and the dark. God, You don't know what it is- You, in Your well-lighted sky- Watching the meteors whizz; Warm, with a sun always by. God, if You had but the moon Stuck in Your cap for a lamp, Even You'd tire of it soon, Down in the dark and the damp. Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars ... God, if You wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!
- by Louis Untermeyer (1885 - 1977), "Caliban in the Coal Mines", appears in Challenge, first published 1914 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Lewis Raymond (1908 - 1966), "Caliban in the Coal Mines", published 1936. [medium voice and piano] [text not verified]
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