( FROM THE HINDUSTANI )

For Bread the Merchant labors long and late.
For Bread the Beggar goes from gate to gate.

For Bread the Sailor loses hearth and home;
A thousand miles away, Bread seekers roam.

For Bread the Wild Birds fall in nets and gins.
For Bread do Men commit a thousand sins.

For Bread the Soldier dies in siege or fray.
For Bread the Minstrel carols, night and day.

For Bread Men study all that Man may know.
The House that wanteth Bread is filled with Woe.

'Tis Bread unites the Family as one;
Its lack divides the Father from the Son.

For Bread are Weddings made and Sermons said;
Of all good things, the very best is Bread.