¶I have sprung from the depths of the hills.
¶Before the rivers were brought forth, or even before the green leaves
in their softness made the landscape, I was your servant.
¶From the bowels of the earth, where men toil in darknesss, I come,
bringing a message of insuperable strength.
¶From sun to sun I meet and overcome the forces of nature, brothers of
mine, yet opponents; kindred, yet foes.
¶I am silent, but my voice re-echoes beyond the ends of the earth.
¶I am master, yet I am slave.
¶I am Woonsocket Wrought Iron Pipe, "the Strongest in the Long Run."
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