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diff --git a/old/13322-h.zip b/old/13322-h.zip Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index cedb2f5..0000000 --- a/old/13322-h.zip +++ /dev/null diff --git a/old/13322-h/13322-h.htm b/old/13322-h/13322-h.htm deleted file mode 100644 index 070ffb3..0000000 --- a/old/13322-h/13322-h.htm +++ /dev/null @@ -1,1154 +0,0 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Transitional//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> - <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1"/> - <title> - The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Tongues of Toil, by WILLIAM FRANCIS BARNARD. - </title> - <style type="text/css"> -/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ -<!-- - H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { - text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ - } - HR { width: 33%; - margin-top: 1em; - margin-bottom: 1em; - } - BODY{margin-left: 10%; - margin-right: 10%; - } - .linenum {position: absolute; top: auto; left: 4%;} /* poetry number */ - .note {margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 2em; margin-bottom: 1em;} /* footnote */ - .blkquot {margin-left: 4em; margin-right: 4em;} /* block indent */ - .pagenum {position: absolute; left: 92%; font-size: smaller; text-align: right;} /* page numbers */ - .sidenote {width: 20%; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-left: 1em; font-size: smaller; float: right; clear: right;} - - .poem {margin-left:10%; margin-right:10%; text-align: center;} - .poem br {display: none;} - .poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} - .poem span {display: block; margin: 0; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} - .poem span.i2 {display: block; margin-left: 2em;} - .poem span.i4 {display: block; margin-left: 4em;} - .poem .caesura {vertical-align: -200%;} - // --> - /* XML end ]]>*/ - </style> - </head> -<body> - - -<pre> - -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Selected Poems, by William Francis Barnard - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Selected Poems - -Author: William Francis Barnard - -Release Date: August 29, 2004 [EBook #13322] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Tamiko I. Camacho and PG Distributed -Proofreaders - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<p align="center"> -<a href="images/003.png" id="image1" name="image1"> -<img src="images/002.png" width="269" height="456" alt="Tongues of Toil" title="Tongues of Toil" border="0"/> -</a></p> - - -<h1>THE TONGUES OF TOIL</h1> - -<h1>AND OTHER POEMS</h1> - -<h3>BY</h3> - -<h1>WILLIAM FRANCIS BARNARD</h1> - -<h3>JUSTICE PUBLISHING COMPANY<br/> -PITTSBURGH, PA.</h3> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h3><a href='#The_Tongues_of_Toil'>The Tongues of Toil</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Hangman'>The Hangman</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Children_of_the_Looms'>The Children of the Looms</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Hymn_of_Labor'>The Hymn of Labor</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#To_the_Masters'>To the Masters</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#To_the_Enemies_of_Free_Speech'>To the Enemies of Free Speech</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#Magdalene_Passes'>Magdalene Passes</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Red_Flag'>The Red Flag</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Agitator'>The Agitator</a></h3><br /> - - - -<hr width="65%"/> - -<h2><a name='The_Tongues_of_Toil'>The Tongues of Toil</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem1" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> -Do you hear the call from a hundred lands.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Lords of a dying name?</span><br /> -We are the men of sinewed hands<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Whom the earth and the seas acclaim.</span><br /> -We are the hoards that made you lords.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And gathered your gear and spoil.</span><br /> -And we speak with a word that should be heard—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Hark to the tongues of toil!</span><br /> -<br /> -The power of your hands it falls at last,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The strength of your rule is o'er,</span><br /> -Where the might of a million slaves is massed<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To the shouts of a million more.</span><br /> -We rise, we rise, 'neath the western skies,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the dawns of the east afar;</span><br /> -And our myriads swarm in the southlands warm,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And under the northern star!</span><br /> -<br /> -We take no thought of the fears you feel,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the rage you hold at heart,</span><br /> -Nor of all your strength of the gold and steel<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Enthroned at the gates of mart.</span><br /> -We have no care for the deeds you dare,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>For the force of your armies hurled;</span><br /> -You stand but few, and we challenge you—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Strong men of all the world!</span><br /> -<br /> -We served as your fools when time was young,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And long, long we forbore.</span><br /> -Glad of the niggard boons you flung,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The least of your ample store;</span><br /> -But the gnawing pain of a starving brain<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Is great as the belly need—</span><br /> -We have learned at last from a hungry past<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The joys of a rebel deed!</span><br /> -<br /> -We come, we come, with the force of fate;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We are not weak, but strong.</span><br /> -We parley not, and we cannot wait;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We march with a freeman's song.</span><br /> -We claim for meed what a life we can need<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>That lives as a life should live—</span><br /> -Not less, not more, From the plenteous store<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Which freeborn labors give!</span><br /> -<br /> -We shall shape a world as a world should be,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>With room enough for all.</span><br /> -We will rear a race of the wise and free,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And not of the great and small.</span><br /> -And the heart and the mind of humankind<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Shall drink to the dregs of good,</span><br /> -Forgetting the tears of the darker years,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the curse of bondman's blood.</span><br /> -<br /> -In vain you soften the voice of greed,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In vain you speak us fair;</span><br /> -The time is late, and we hark nor heed;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In gladness still we dare.</span><br /> -Yield, then, yield to the force we wield,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To the masses of our might;</span><br /> -We are countless strong at the throat of wrong<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The warriors of the right!</span><br /> -<br /> -Yes, we are the captains of the earth<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the warders of the sea—</span><br /> -Of a race new born in nobler birth,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The mighty and the free!</span><br /> -We clasp all hands, to the farthest lands;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We swear by our mother soil,</span><br /> -To take the meed who have done the deed!<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Hark to the tongues of toil!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Hangman">The Hangman</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem2" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -The hangman's hands are dyed with blood,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And all they touch or hold</span><br /> -Is stained and streaked with clotted blood<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>E'en to his bloody gold—</span><br /> -The coins that are paid for human breath<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the lives which he has sold.</span><br /> -<br /> -In scarlet hue stand old and new—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>His clothes, his board, his bed.</span><br /> -There is blood in the cup he lifts up,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And crimson in his bread;</span><br /> -And e'en his floors and walls and doors<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Are marked with gory red.</span><br /> -<br /> -The hangman's face is dull and grey,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And soulless are his eyes;</span><br /> -That he may live from day to day,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Some fellow-being dies.</span><br /> -The tears of the young are naught to him,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Nor ages stifled cries.</span><br /> -<br /> -He does not know the sob of woe;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Black fear he does not know;</span><br /> -Hardly a word from his lips are heard,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And his ears heed no appeal.</span><br /> -His cruel chin reveals within<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>A nature hard as steel,</span><br /> -The hangman's thoughts are not of love,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Nor are they yet of hate;</span><br /> -They do not lift themselves above<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The dungeon's iron gate;</span><br /> -Their interests are the knotted rope<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the heavy gallows weight.</span><br /> -<br /> -His mind is filled with the counted killed<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the hope of more to come.</span><br /> -And the price they fling when men must swing,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Which makes a goodly sum;</span><br /> -For his reason waits on the law's black hates,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And, save for this, stands dumb.</span><br /> -<br /> -The hangman's soul lies stiff and stark.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The hangman's heart is dead;</span><br /> -And the need of friends is a burnt out spark<br /> -For he is marked with the murder's mark.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And with blood upon his head.</span><br /> -<br /> -In times of rest he knows no guest—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>No hand will touch him, none!</span><br /> -Nor woman mild nor happy child<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Greets him when day is done;</span><br /> -And he walks the night, a poison blight,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>An outcast of the sun</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Children_of_the_Looms">The Children of the Looms</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem3" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -Oh, what are these that plod the road<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>At dawn's first hour and evening's chime,</span><br /> -Each back bent as beneath a load;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Each sallow face afoul with grime?</span><br /> -Nay, what are these whose little feet<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Scarce bear theme on to toil or bed!</span><br /> -Do hearts within their bosoms beat?<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Surely, 'twere better that they were dead.</span><br /> -<br /> -Babes are they, domed to cruel dooms.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Who labor all the livelong day;</span><br /> -Who stand beside the roaring looms<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Nor ever turn their eyes away;</span><br /> -Like parts of those machines of steel:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like wheels that whirl, like shuttles thrown;</span><br /> -Without the power to dream or feel;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With all of childishness.</span><br /> -<br /> -Brothers and sisters of the flowers,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Fit playmates of the bird and bee.</span><br /> -For you grow soft the springtime hours;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>For you the shade lies neath the tree.</span><br /> -For you life smiles the whole day long;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>For you she breathes each breath in bliss,</span><br /> -And turns all sound into song;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And you, and you have come to this!</span><br /> -<br /> -Is't not enough that man should toil<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To fill the hands that clutch for gold?</span><br /> -Is't not enough that women toil.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And in life's summertime grow old?</span><br /> -Is't not enough that death should pale<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To see men welcome him as rest;</span><br /> -But must the children drudge and fall,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And perish on the mothers breast?</span><br /> -<br /> -See, lovers, wed at tender eve;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>See, mothers, with your new-born young;</span><br /> -See, fathers—if you can, believe;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>From infant blood, lo, wealth is wrung!</span><br /> -See homes; see towns; see cities; states;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Earth, show it to the skies above!</span><br /> -Lovers who pass through rapture's gates,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Are these, are these your fruits of love?</span><br /> -<br /> -O man who boast your lands subdued,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Your conquered air, your oceans tamed,</span><br /> -Who mold all nature to your mood,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Look on these babes and be ashamed!</span><br /> -Dull looks from out each weary face,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Cold words upon each little tongue—</span><br /> -Dead lives that know not childhoods grace,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Grown old before they can be young.</span><br /> -<br /> -Hear, world of Mammon, brutal, bold,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Goring with life the maw of greed,</span><br /> -Measuring everything by gold;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The good deed with the evil deed—</span><br /> -The pangs of suffering childhoods care,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Now coined in coins to fill a purse,</span><br /> -These things shall haunt you everywhere,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And rest upon you for a curse!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Hymn_of_Labor">The Hymn of Labor</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem4" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -The world was made with labor:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Strong fusing air and fire</span><br /> -Strove before the years of birth,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>With awful deed and dire,</span><br /> -And wrought from primal chaos<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Amidst the ancient night.</span><br /> -The seas and shores which are the earth,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And shapes of morning light.</span><br /> -<br /> -Yea, bound in frenzied orbits,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The solar substance sped</span><br /> -With travail of the moon and stars,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And planets live and dead;</span><br /> -And wombed and birthed in anguish,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As heirs of all its toil,</span><br /> -Earth's vale and hill and ribs of rock,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the rivers in her soil.</span><br /> -<br /> -Life was formed by labor:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From out of the bubbling ooze.</span><br /> -By cosmic ferment molded well,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And tropic suns and dews,</span><br /> -With stress of chemic struggle<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Were built with warding care</span><br /> -The potent powers of earth and sea,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the wings of all the air.</span><br /> -Yea, through the mystic process<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of crystallizing form,</span><br /> -To green growths sprung across the land,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And bloods of cold and warm,</span><br /> -The vital stream of being<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In flooding efforts swirled,</span><br /> -And beast and bird and swimming fish <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Made animate the world. </span><br /> -<br /> -Man was wrought by labor: <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Fierce things of growth and might,</span><br /> -Where waring species hold their sway,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Keen eared and clear of sight.</span><br /> -Toiled in craft and cunning<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And strength of ripening brain,</span><br /> -Till rose the form that grasped the world <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And made it his domain.</span><br /> -<br /> -Yea, with red feud and ravage <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of saber tooth and claw.</span><br /> -With banding of the pack for might<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And filled or starving maw;</span><br /> -From floundering saurians welter,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Through grin and screech of ape,</span><br /> -Struggled the deathless seed of life<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Up to human shape.</span><br /> -<br /> -And man hath made with labor:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From his wild primal hour,</span><br /> -Potent with transforming deeds.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>He hath wed will to power;</span><br /> -Through war and peace untiring,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To industry and art,</span><br /> -Spending the might of all his thought<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the hope of all his heart.</span><br /> -<br /> -Yea, tried in stress of effort<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And passions wise and vain,</span><br /> -His zeal hath gathered wisdoms seed <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From fruits of joy and pain. </span><br /> -His millioned cities echo; <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>His ships have pathed the sea;</span><br /> -And with bent brow he toils to make<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The world that yet will be.</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="To_the_Masters">To the Masters</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem5" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> -You drive your beasts of burden forth to <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>drink?</span><br /> -You herd your oxen, each one in his stall?<br /> -You whip and goad until they heed your call?<br /> -You own, and use? Are these your cattle? <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Think!</span><br /> -Although the while they cringe to you and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shrink.</span><br /> -And watch their fate in your least finger fall,<br /> -Mistake not, lest they rise and ravage all,<br /> -And your vast piled-up power to chaos sink!<br /> -<br /> -The earthquake gives slight time to ward its <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shock;</span><br /> -But racks the earth, nor warns of where or <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>when;</span><br /> -The hurricane that makes the city rock,<br /> -Speaks not with previous voice unto your ken;<br /> -Vesuvius and Aetna horror mock,<br /> -And tidal waves. Think: These you crush are <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Men!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr width="65%"/> -<h2><a name='To_the_Enemies_of_Free_Speech'>To the Enemies of Free Speech</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem6" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -As well to lay your hands upon the sun<br /> -And try with bonds to bind the morning light,<br /> -As well on the four winds to spend your might,<br /> -As well to strive against the streams that run;<br /> -As well to bar the seasons, bid be done<br /> -The rain which falls; as well to blindly fight<br /> -Against the air, and at your folly's height<br /> -Aspire to make all power that is none.<br /> -<br /> -As well to do this as to impeach<br /> -Man's tongue, and bid it answer to the schools;<br /> -As well to do all this, as give us rules.<br /> -And bid us hold our words within your reach;<br /> -As well as this, as try to chain man's speech.<br /> -So others learned before ye lived, O fools!<br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - - -<hr width="65%"/> -<h2><a name="Magdalene_Passes">Magdalene Passes</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem7" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> -What one is this, that bears the band of <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>shame within her breast,</span><br /> -And wanders through the mocking land, denied <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>a place of rest?</span><br /> -What one is this, your hue and cry pursue <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>with withering hate,</span><br /> -Until her best hope is to die, nor meet a <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>harder fate?</span><br /> -<br /> -This, this is she who hides her head in shame <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>to gloom the sun;</span><br /> -Who waits, as in their graves the dead, until <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>the day is done;</span><br /> -Whose tasks make pitiful the dark, and dreadful <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>all the night,</span><br /> -And leave her spirit striken stark and crushed <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>at morning light.</span><br /> -<br /> -Beneath the shadows of silk and lace her form <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>is spare and shrunk,</span><br /> -And through the rogue upon her face see how <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>her cheeks have sunk,</span><br /> -Her lightsome laugh hides not her thought; <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>her brow is scarred with care.</span><br /> -And her flashing rings with jewels wrought, <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>but gild and grace despair.</span><br /> -<br /> -Has she no tears to weep for grief, no voice to <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>cry with woe,</span><br /> -No memories panged beyond belief for joys <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>of long ago,</span><br /> -Has she no tortured dreams to smart, no anguish <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>for her brow,</span><br /> -Has she no broken bleeding heart, that you <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>must curse her now?</span><br /> -<br /> -Is here no innocence o'erthrown, no wrecked <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>sweet maidenhood,</span><br /> -No sense of loss, like heavy stone, to make her <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>doubt all good?</span><br /> -Are here no women's ruined charms, no dead <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>and withering breasts?</span><br /> -Are here no hapless, vacant arms, which <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>should lull babes to rest?</span><br /> -<br /> -And what are you, who at her gird, and deem <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>yourselves unstained;</span><br /> -Do you forget your black false word, the righteous <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>act disdain,</span><br /> -Your lust of power, the debtors tears, cold <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>hunger's starving cries,</span><br /> -And all the evil of your years, that clamors <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>to the skies!</span><br /> -<br /> -Your horror is a vail to wear and cover o'er <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>your deeds;</span><br /> -Your wrongs are pointed at you there, though <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>none your presence heeds.</span><br /> -Your vileness would itself deny in falsest hate <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>of hers;</span><br /> -Gaze at yourself with inward eye, you whited <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>sepulchers!</span><br /> -<br /> -Repent! Your vanity betrays, and wrenches <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>reason strong,</span><br /> -Until it wraps the truth to ways which shape <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>a right of wrong;</span><br /> -But every sin is still a sin; and if your hands <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>be shriven,</span><br /> -Her heart is no more black within, and she <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>shall be forgiven.</span><br /> -<br /> -You ask not where those siren lips learned <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>their unworthy skill,</span><br /> -Nor reck of how shame's black eclipse obscured <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>her purer will.</span><br /> -You think not whence fair thoughts like <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>flowers gave room to passions low;</span><br /> -You know not of her girlhood's hours; you <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>do not care to know.</span><br /> -<br /> -Nay! But the truth cries for the light, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>struggles to be heard;</span><br /> -The story of her bruise and blight shall out <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>in burning word—</span><br /> -Yours was the power which crushed that <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>grace and gave it to despair,</span><br /> -And the mask of beauty on that face, your <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>hands have painted there!</span><br /> -<br /> -She was the temple of your lust, the altar of <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>your greed;</span><br /> -The sacrifice of faith and trust you made with <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>careful heed.</span><br /> -She was the price of pleasure's worth, the <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>weight against your gold,</span><br /> -Where love and truth repine in dearth, and all <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>is bought and sold.</span><br /> -<br /> -And will you loathe your work at last, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>spurn her with disgust?</span><br /> -And shall your pride blot out the past and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>hide her murdered trust?</span><br /> -And will you brand upon her brow the deeds <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>which she doth do?</span><br /> -Speak; Will you dare to hate her now, who <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>weeps, and pardons you?</span><br /> -<br /> -Nay, more scoff to see her sink, nor laugh <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>upon her tears;</span><br /> -You shall not hand hate's baneful drink, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>mock her with your jeers.</span><br /> -Bow down and hide your head for shame, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>for your acts atone,</span><br /> -Accept your guilt; abide your blame; nor cast <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>a single stone.</span><br /> -<br /> -And crimson sin shall balance sin, and none <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shall be denied,</span><br /> -Till every heart is soft within and humbled <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>in its pride.</span><br /> -And each with each shall equal stand, and all <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>be one in worth,</span><br /> -Till every hand shall clasp a hand and love <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1.5em;'>shall fill the earth.</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Red_Flag">The Red Flag</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem8" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -Banner of crimson waving there,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou shalt have full homage from me;</span><br /> -First among flags thou gleamest fair,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Symbol of love and of life made free.</span><br /> -The nations have chosen standards of state<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To flaunt to the winds since time began;</span><br /> -Emblems of rivalry, pride and hate;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>But thou are the flag of the world, of Man.</span><br /> -<br /> -Red as the blood of freedom's dead,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thy hues might well have flowed from their veins.</span><br /> -Red as the one blood of man is red,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Holy thou art in thy sanguine stains.</span><br /> -Holy as truth and holy as right;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Sacred as wisdom and sacred as love;</span><br /> -Worthy the rapture that lifted to light<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thy glorious shape where it ripples above.</span><br /> -<br /> -Unto the spirit of friendliness<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou was fashioned, to comfort man's hungry thought;</span><br /> -To shine for the deeds that alone can bless,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the life of brotherhood nobly wrought</span><br /> -Unto the spirit that rends the gyves<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And shatters the bonds that make men slaves;</span><br /> -The spirit that suffers and sinks and strives.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Till it strengthens hope, till it lifts and saves.</span><br /> -<br /> -Thou art no new thing; thou hast waved from of old.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou hast seen the day be born from the night;</span><br /> -And hast streamed for truth where the truth was bold<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As time fled on to the future's light.</span><br /> -Beyond all the seas, on many a shore,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou hast buttressed the heart and stiffened the hand</span><br /> -To struggle for fellowship o're and o're,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>From the youth to the age of the eldest land.</span><br /> -<br /> -Thou hast called to battle! Yea, thou hast led<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Where men have followed, forgetting fears</span><br /> -And hast solaced the dying and graced the dead,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Stained with blood and with dust and tears</span><br /> -—Blood, a full tribute paid for peace;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Tears shed free o're humanity's wrongs,</span><br /> -With faith in thy cause, that could never cease,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Met tyranny's swords, and fell, singing thy songs.</span><br /> -<br /> -As thou art loved, thou art loathed, full well;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Loathed and cursed by the lords of power.</span><br /> -Ever they name thee the flag of hell,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And rage in the fear of thy triumph hour.</span><br /> -But their grasp grows week on the wills of men;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Their armies falter; their guns are rust;</span><br /> -As from prison, and labor of poverty's den<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thy hosts speak NO to their crumbling lust.</span><br /> -<br /> -See! Now there greet the ten million eyes,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And lips uncounted smile to thy red.</span><br /> -Yes, those who bow to thy crimson dyes,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Are myriads more than all of thy dead.</span><br /> -Lo! The young clap hands at thy bright unrest;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the child in arms it leaps in its glee.</span><br /> -Nay, babes unborn, 'neath the mother's breast<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And given and pledged to thy cause and to thee!</span><br /> -<br /> -Banner of freedom and freedom's peace.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Float in thy beauty, in sign of the day</span><br /> -When ravage of power and conquest shall cease,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And mouldering tyranny pass away.</span><br /> -Who would not all for thy promise give?<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As I gaze on the fools, one wish have I—</span><br /> -To love thee and honor thee while I live,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And fold thee around me when I must die!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr width="65%"/> - -<h2><a name="The_Agitator">The Agitator</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem9" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -Where hurrying thousands meet,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And poor in living streams on either hand.</span><br /> -Amidst the richest street,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With set and stubborn face he takes his stand.</span><br /> -The lesson to repeat<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of evil days and acts which curse the land.</span><br /> -<br /> -Indifference cools him not;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And jeers and blows he takes, perchance, beside.</span><br /> -Brave, he accepts his lot;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>At worst he meets it with a martyr's pride.</span><br /> -To bear, he knows not what,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He seeks the crowd and will not be denied.</span><br /> -<br /> -His voice is loud and strong,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And vigorous gestures add their potent force,</span><br /> -As to the restless throng<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He pictures clear corruption's crafty course,</span><br /> -Or challenges the wrong<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Which in some unjust privilege finds its source.</span><br /> -<br /> -A true son of the soil,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And feeling, as the hard-pressed masses feel,</span><br /> -The things which mar and spoil,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And bind life down with bonds as strong as steel,</span><br /> -He knows the men who toil,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And truth to these he can most clear reveal.</span><br /> -<br /> -No knotty theories<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>He offers to the listeners who attend,</span><br /> -Or generalities,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Which glitter with the gilt that fine words lend;</span><br /> -He sets forth what he sees<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>So simply that who hears can comprehend.</span><br /> -<br /> -The deep philosopher,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The pedant wise, whose wisdom makes him cold.</span><br /> -Instructs, but cannot stir<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The heart of work, whose hope is tried and old;</span><br /> -But this one strives to spur<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The rebel in the blood and make it bold.</span><br /> -<br /> -He lifts the common thought,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And e'en the common heart up to the light;</span><br /> -Till, by his teaching wrought<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To understand their wrongs and know their might</span><br /> -Plain men at last are brought<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To rouse in truceless struggle for the right.</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p> -[Transcriber's note: The spelling irregularities of the original have -been retained in this etext.] -</p> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Selected Poems, by William Francis Barnard - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 13322-h.htm or 13322-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - https://www.gutenberg.org/1/3/3/2/13322/ - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Tamiko I. 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Selected Poems - -Author: William Francis Barnard - -Release Date: August 29, 2004 [EBook #13322] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** - - - - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Tamiko I. Camacho and PG Distributed -Proofreaders - - - - - - -[Transcriber's note: The spelling irregularities of the original have -been retained in this etext.] - -SELECTED POEMS - - - - -THE TONGUES OF TOIL - -AND OTHER POEMS - -BY - -WILLIAM FRANCIS BARNARD - -JUSTICE PUBLISHING COMPANY -PITTSBURGH, PA. - - - - - -=The Tongues of Toil= - - -Do you hear the call from a hundred lands. - Lords of a dying name? -We are the men of sinewed hands - Whom the earth and the seas acclaim. -We are the hoards that made you lords. - And gathered your gear and spoil. -And we speak with a word that should be heard-- - Hark to the tongues of toil! - -The power of your hands it falls at last, - The strength of your rule is o'er, -Where the might of a million slaves is massed - To the shouts of a million more. -We rise, we rise, 'neath the western skies, - And the dawns of the east afar; -And our myriads swarm in the southlands warm, - And under the northern star! - -We take no thought of the fears you feel, - And the rage you hold at heart, -Nor of all your strength of the gold and steel - Enthroned at the gates of mart. -We have no care for the deeds you dare, - For the force of your armies hurled; -You stand but few, and we challenge you-- - Strong men of all the world! - -We served as your fools when time was young, - And long, long we forbore. -Glad of the niggard boons you flung, - The least of your ample store; -But the gnawing pain of a starving brain - Is great as the belly need-- -We have learned at last from a hungry past - The joys of a rebel deed! - -We come, we come, with the force of fate; - We are not weak, but strong. -We parley not, and we cannot wait; - We march with a freeman's song. -We claim for meed what a life we can need - That lives as a life should live-- -Not less, not more, From the plenteous store - Which freeborn labors give! - -We shall shape a world as a world should be, - With room enough for all. -We will rear a race of the wise and free, - And not of the great and small. -And the heart and the mind of humankind - Shall drink to the dregs of good, -Forgetting the tears of the darker years, - And the curse of bondman's blood. - -In vain you soften the voice of greed, - In vain you speak us fair; -The time is late, and we hark nor heed; - In gladness still we dare. -Yield, then, yield to the force we wield, - To the masses of our might; -We are countless strong at the throat of wrong - The warriors of the right! - -Yes, we are the captains of the earth - And the warders of the sea-- -Of a race new born in nobler birth, - The mighty and the free! -We clasp all hands, to the farthest lands; - We swear by our mother soil, -To take the meed who have done the deed! - Hark to the tongues of toil! - - - - -=The Hangman= - - -The hangman's hands are dyed with blood, - And all they touch or hold -Is stained and streaked with clotted blood - E'en to his bloody gold-- -The coins that are paid for human breath - And the lives which he has sold. - -In scarlet hue stand old and new-- - His clothes, his board, his bed. -There is blood in the cup he lifts up, - And crimson in his bread; -And e'en his floors and walls and doors - Are marked with gory red. - -The hangman's face is dull and grey, - And soulless are his eyes; -That he may live from day to day, - Some fellow-being dies. -The tears of the young are naught to him, - Nor ages stifled cries. - -He does not know the sob of woe; - Black fear he does not know; -Hardly a word from his lips are heard, - And his ears heed no appeal. -His cruel chin reveals within - A nature hard as steel, -The hangman's thoughts are not of love, - Nor are they yet of hate; -They do not lift themselves above - The dungeon's iron gate; -Their interests are the knotted rope - And the heavy gallows weight. - -His mind is filled with the counted killed - And the hope of more to come. -And the price they fling when men must swing, - Which makes a goodly sum; -For his reason waits on the law's black hates, - And, save for this, stands dumb. - -The hangman's soul lies stiff and stark. - The hangman's heart is dead; -And the need of friends is a burnt out spark -For he is marked with the murder's mark. - And with blood upon his head. - -In times of rest he knows no guest-- - No hand will touch him, none! -Nor woman mild nor happy child - Greets him when day is done; -And he walks the night, a poison blight, - An outcast of the sun - - - - -=The Children of the Looms= - - -Oh, what are these that plod the road - At dawn's first hour and evening's chime, -Each back bent as beneath a load; - Each sallow face afoul with grime? -Nay, what are these whose little feet - Scarce bear theme on to toil or bed! -Do hearts within their bosoms beat? - Surely, 'twere better that they were dead. - -Babes are they, domed to cruel dooms. - Who labor all the livelong day; -Who stand beside the roaring looms - Nor ever turn their eyes away; -Like parts of those machines of steel: - Like wheels that whirl, like shuttles thrown; -Without the power to dream or feel; - With all of childishness. - -Brothers and sisters of the flowers, - Fit playmates of the bird and bee. -For you grow soft the springtime hours; - For you the shade lies neath the tree. -For you life smiles the whole day long; - For you she breathes each breath in bliss, -And turns all sound into song; - And you, and you have come to this! - -Is't not enough that man should toil - To fill the hands that clutch for gold? -Is't not enough that women toil. - And in life's summertime grow old? -Is't not enough that death should pale - To see men welcome him as rest; -But must the children drudge and fall, - And perish on the mothers breast? - -See, lovers, wed at tender eve; - See, mothers, with your new-born young; -See, fathers--if you can, believe; - From infant blood, lo, wealth is wrung! -See homes; see towns; see cities; states; - Earth, show it to the skies above! -Lovers who pass through rapture's gates, - Are these, are these your fruits of love? - -O man who boast your lands subdued, - Your conquered air, your oceans tamed, -Who mold all nature to your mood, - Look on these babes and be ashamed! -Dull looks from out each weary face, - Cold words upon each little tongue-- -Dead lives that know not childhoods grace, - Grown old before they can be young. - -Hear, world of Mammon, brutal, bold, - Goring with life the maw of greed, -Measuring everything by gold; - The good deed with the evil deed-- -The pangs of suffering childhoods care, - Now coined in coins to fill a purse, -These things shall haunt you everywhere, - And rest upon you for a curse! - - - - -=The Hymn of Labor= - - -The world was made with labor: - Strong fusing air and fire -Strove before the years of birth, - With awful deed and dire, -And wrought from primal chaos - Amidst the ancient night. -The seas and shores which are the earth, - And shapes of morning light. - -Yea, bound in frenzied orbits, - The solar substance sped -With travail of the moon and stars, - And planets live and dead; -And wombed and birthed in anguish, - As heirs of all its toil, -Earth's vale and hill and ribs of rock, - And the rivers in her soil. - -Life was formed by labor: - From out of the bubbling ooze. -By cosmic ferment molded well, - And tropic suns and dews, -With stress of chemic struggle - Were built with warding care -The potent powers of earth and sea, - And the wings of all the air. -Yea, through the mystic process - Of crystallizing form, -To green growths sprung across the land, - And bloods of cold and warm, -The vital stream of being - In flooding efforts swirled, -And beast and bird and swimming fish - Made animate the world. - -Man was wrought by labor: - Fierce things of growth and might, -Where waring species hold their sway, - Keen eared and clear of sight. -Toiled in craft and cunning - And strength of ripening brain, -Till rose the form that grasped the world - And made it his domain. - -Yea, with red feud and ravage - Of saber tooth and claw. -With banding of the pack for might - And filled or starving maw; -From floundering saurians welter, - Through grin and screech of ape, -Struggled the deathless seed of life - Up to human shape. - -And man hath made with labor: - From his wild primal hour, -Potent with transforming deeds. - He hath wed will to power; -Through war and peace untiring, - To industry and art, -Spending the might of all his thought - And the hope of all his heart. - -Yea, tried in stress of effort - And passions wise and vain, -His zeal hath gathered wisdoms seed - From fruits of joy and pain. -His millioned cities echo; - His ships have pathed the sea; -And with bent brow he toils to make - The world that yet will be. - - - - -=To the Masters= - - -You drive your beasts of burden forth to - drink? -You herd your oxen, each one in his stall? -You whip and goad until they heed your call? -You own, and use? Are these your cattle? - Think! -Although the while they cringe to you and - shrink. -And watch their fate in your least finger fall, -Mistake not, lest they rise and ravage all, -And your vast piled-up power to chaos sink! - -The earthquake gives slight time to ward its - shock; -But racks the earth, nor warns of where or - when; -The hurricane that makes the city rock, -Speaks not with previous voice unto your ken; -Vesuvius and Aetna horror mock, -And tidal waves. Think: These you crush are - Men! - - - - -=To the Enemies of Free Speech= - - -As well to lay your hands upon the sun -And try with bonds to bind the morning light, -As well on the four winds to spend your might, -As well to strive against the streams that run; -As well to bar the seasons, bid be done -The rain which falls; as well to blindly fight -Against the air, and at your folly's height -Aspire to make all power that is none. - -As well to do this as to impeach -Man's tongue, and bid it answer to the schools; -As well to do all this, as give us rules. -And bid us hold our words within your reach; -As well as this, as try to chain man's speech. -So others learned before ye lived, O fools! - - - - -=Magdalene Passes= - - -What one is this, that bears the band of - shame within her breast, -And wanders through the mocking land, denied - a place of rest? -What one is this, your hue and cry pursue - with withering hate, -Until her best hope is to die, nor meet a - harder fate? - -This, this is she who hides her head in shame - to gloom the sun; -Who waits, as in their graves the dead, until - the day is done; -Whose tasks make pitiful the dark, and dreadful - all the night, -And leave her spirit striken stark and crushed - at morning light. - -Beneath the shadows of silk and lace her form - is spare and shrunk, -And through the rogue upon her face see how - her cheeks have sunk, -Her lightsome laugh hides not her thought; - her brow is scarred with care. -And her flashing rings with jewels wrought, - but gild and grace despair. - -Has she no tears to weep for grief, no voice to - cry with woe, -No memories panged beyond belief for joys - of long ago, -Has she no tortured dreams to smart, no anguish - for her brow, -Has she no broken bleeding heart, that you - must curse her now? - -Is here no innocence o'erthrown, no wrecked - sweet maidenhood, -No sense of loss, like heavy stone, to make her - doubt all good? -Are here no women's ruined charms, no dead - and withering breasts? -Are here no hapless, vacant arms, which - should lull babes to rest? - -And what are you, who at her gird, and deem - yourselves unstained; -Do you forget your black false word, the righteous - act disdain, -Your lust of power, the debtors tears, cold - hunger's starving cries, -And all the evil of your years, that clamors - to the skies! - -Your horror is a vail to wear and cover o'er - your deeds; -Your wrongs are pointed at you there, though - none your presence heeds. -Your vileness would itself deny in falsest hate - of hers; -Gaze at yourself with inward eye, you whited - sepulchers! - -Repent! Your vanity betrays, and wrenches - reason strong, -Until it wraps the truth to ways which shape - a right of wrong; -But every sin is still a sin; and if your hands - be shriven, -Her heart is no more black within, and she - shall be forgiven. - -You ask not where those siren lips learned - their unworthy skill, -Nor reck of how shame's black eclipse obscured - her purer will. -You think not whence fair thoughts like - flowers gave room to passions low; -You know not of her girlhood's hours; you - do not care to know. - -Nay! But the truth cries for the light, and - struggles to be heard; -The story of her bruise and blight shall out - in burning word-- -Yours was the power which crushed that - grace and gave it to despair, -And the mask of beauty on that face, your - hands have painted there! - -She was the temple of your lust, the altar of - your greed; -The sacrifice of faith and trust you made with - careful heed. -She was the price of pleasure's worth, the - weight against your gold, -Where love and truth repine in dearth, and all - is bought and sold. - -And will you loathe your work at last, and - spurn her with disgust? -And shall your pride blot out the past and - hide her murdered trust? -And will you brand upon her brow the deeds - which she doth do? -Speak; Will you dare to hate her now, who - weeps, and pardons you? - -Nay, more scoff to see her sink, nor laugh - upon her tears; -You shall not hand hate's baneful drink, and - mock her with your jeers. -Bow down and hide your head for shame, and - for your acts atone, -Accept your guilt; abide your blame; nor cast - a single stone. - -And crimson sin shall balance sin, and none - shall be denied, -Till every heart is soft within and humbled - in its pride. -And each with each shall equal stand, and all - be one in worth, -Till every hand shall clasp a hand and love - shall fill the earth. - - - - -=The Red Flag= - - -Banner of crimson waving there, - Thou shalt have full homage from me; -First among flags thou gleamest fair, - Symbol of love and of life made free. -The nations have chosen standards of state - To flaunt to the winds since time began; -Emblems of rivalry, pride and hate; - But thou are the flag of the world, of Man. - -Red as the blood of freedom's dead, - Thy hues might well have flowed from their veins. -Red as the one blood of man is red, - Holy thou art in thy sanguine stains. -Holy as truth and holy as right; - Sacred as wisdom and sacred as love; -Worthy the rapture that lifted to light - Thy glorious shape where it ripples above. - -Unto the spirit of friendliness - Thou was fashioned, to comfort man's hungry thought; -To shine for the deeds that alone can bless, - And the life of brotherhood nobly wrought -Unto the spirit that rends the gyves - And shatters the bonds that make men slaves; -The spirit that suffers and sinks and strives. - Till it strengthens hope, till it lifts and saves. - -Thou art no new thing; thou hast waved from of old. - Thou hast seen the day be born from the night; -And hast streamed for truth where the truth was bold - As time fled on to the future's light. -Beyond all the seas, on many a shore, - Thou hast buttressed the heart and stiffened the hand -To struggle for fellowship o're and o're, - From the youth to the age of the eldest land. - -Thou hast called to battle! Yea, thou hast led - Where men have followed, forgetting fears -And hast solaced the dying and graced the dead, - Stained with blood and with dust and tears ---Blood, a full tribute paid for peace; - Tears shed free o're humanity's wrongs, -With faith in thy cause, that could never cease, - Met tyranny's swords, and fell, singing thy songs. - -As thou art loved, thou art loathed, full well; - Loathed and cursed by the lords of power. -Ever they name thee the flag of hell, - And rage in the fear of thy triumph hour. -But their grasp grows week on the wills of men; - Their armies falter; their guns are rust; -As from prison, and labor of poverty's den - Thy hosts speak NO to their crumbling lust. - -See! Now there greet the ten million eyes, - And lips uncounted smile to thy red. -Yes, those who bow to thy crimson dyes, - Are myriads more than all of thy dead. -Lo! The young clap hands at thy bright unrest; - And the child in arms it leaps in its glee. -Nay, babes unborn, 'neath the mother's breast - And given and pledged to thy cause and to thee! - -Banner of freedom and freedom's peace. - Float in thy beauty, in sign of the day -When ravage of power and conquest shall cease, - And mouldering tyranny pass away. -Who would not all for thy promise give? - As I gaze on the fools, one wish have I-- -To love thee and honor thee while I live, - And fold thee around me when I must die! - - - - -=The Agitator= - - -Where hurrying thousands meet, - And poor in living streams on either hand. -Amidst the richest street, - With set and stubborn face he takes his stand. -The lesson to repeat - Of evil days and acts which curse the land. - -Indifference cools him not; - And jeers and blows he takes, perchance, beside. -Brave, he accepts his lot; - At worst he meets it with a martyr's pride. -To bear, he knows not what, - He seeks the crowd and will not be denied. - -His voice is loud and strong, - And vigorous gestures add their potent force, -As to the restless throng - He pictures clear corruption's crafty course, -Or challenges the wrong - Which in some unjust privilege finds its source. - -A true son of the soil, - And feeling, as the hard-pressed masses feel, -The things which mar and spoil, - And bind life down with bonds as strong as steel, -He knows the men who toil, - And truth to these he can most clear reveal. - -No knotty theories - He offers to the listeners who attend, -Or generalities, - Which glitter with the gilt that fine words lend; -He sets forth what he sees - So simply that who hears can comprehend. - -The deep philosopher, - The pedant wise, whose wisdom makes him cold. -Instructs, but cannot stir - The heart of work, whose hope is tried and old; -But this one strives to spur - The rebel in the blood and make it bold. - -He lifts the common thought, - And e'en the common heart up to the light; -Till, by his teaching wrought - To understand their wrongs and know their might -Plain men at last are brought - To rouse in truceless struggle for the right. - - - - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Selected Poems, by William Francis Barnard - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SELECTED POEMS *** - -***** This file should be named 13322.txt or 13322.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - https://www.gutenberg.org/1/3/3/2/13322/ - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Tamiko I. 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-We are the men of sinewed hands - Whom the earth and the seas acclaim. -We are the hoards that made you lords. - And gathered your gear and spoil. -And we speak with a word that should be heard-- - Hark to the tongues of toil! - -The power of your hands it falls at last, - The strength of your rule is o'er, -Where the might of a million slaves is massed - To the shouts of a million more. -We rise, we rise, 'neath the western skies, - And the dawns of the east afar; -And our myriads swarm in the southlands warm, - And under the northern star! - -We take no thought of the fears you feel, - And the rage you hold at heart, -Nor of all your strength of the gold and steel - Enthroned at the gates of mart. -We have no care for the deeds you dare, - For the force of your armies hurled; -You stand but few, and we challenge you-- - Strong men of all the world! - -We served as your fools when time was young, - And long, long we forbore. -Glad of the niggard boons you flung, - The least of your ample store; -But the gnawing pain of a starving brain - Is great as the belly need-- -We have learned at last from a hungry past - The joys of a rebel deed! - -We come, we come, with the force of fate; - We are not weak, but strong. -We parley not, and we cannot wait; - We march with a freeman's song. -We claim for meed what a life we can need - That lives as a life should live-- -Not less, not more, From the plenteous store - Which freeborn labors give! - -We shall shape a world as a world should be, - With room enough for all. -We will rear a race of the wise and free, - And not of the great and small. -And the heart and the mind of humankind - Shall drink to the dregs of good, -Forgetting the tears of the darker years, - And the curse of bondman's blood. - -In vain you soften the voice of greed, - In vain you speak us fair; -The time is late, and we hark nor heed; - In gladness still we dare. -Yield, then, yield to the force we wield, - To the masses of our might; -We are countless strong at the throat of wrong - The warriors of the right! - -Yes, we are the captains of the earth - And the warders of the sea-- -Of a race new born in nobler birth, - The mighty and the free! -We clasp all hands, to the farthest lands; - We swear by our mother soil, -To take the meed who have done the deed! - Hark to the tongues of toil! - - - - -=The Hangman= - - -The hangman's hands are dyed with blood, - And all they touch or hold -Is stained and streaked with clotted blood - E'en to his bloody gold-- -The coins that are paid for human breath - And the lives which he has sold. - -In scarlet hue stand old and new-- - His clothes, his board, his bed. -There is blood in the cup he lifts up, - And crimson in his bread; -And e'en his floors and walls and doors - Are marked with gory red. - -The hangman's face is dull and grey, - And soulless are his eyes; -That he may live from day to day, - Some fellow-being dies. -The tears of the young are naught to him, - Nor ages stifled cries. - -He does not know the sob of woe; - Black fear he does not know; -Hardly a word from his lips are heard, - And his ears heed no appeal. -His cruel chin reveals within - A nature hard as steel, -The hangman's thoughts are not of love, - Nor are they yet of hate; -They do not lift themselves above - The dungeon's iron gate; -Their interests are the knotted rope - And the heavy gallows weight. - -His mind is filled with the counted killed - And the hope of more to come. -And the price they fling when men must swing, - Which makes a goodly sum; -For his reason waits on the law's black hates, - And, save for this, stands dumb. - -The hangman's soul lies stiff and stark. - The hangman's heart is dead; -And the need of friends is a burnt out spark -For he is marked with the murder's mark. - And with blood upon his head. - -In times of rest he knows no guest-- - No hand will touch him, none! -Nor woman mild nor happy child - Greets him when day is done; -And he walks the night, a poison blight, - An outcast of the sun - - - - -=The Children of the Looms= - - -Oh, what are these that plod the road - At dawn's first hour and evening's chime, -Each back bent as beneath a load; - Each sallow face afoul with grime? -Nay, what are these whose little feet - Scarce bear theme on to toil or bed! -Do hearts within their bosoms beat? - Surely, 'twere better that they were dead. - -Babes are they, domed to cruel dooms. - Who labor all the livelong day; -Who stand beside the roaring looms - Nor ever turn their eyes away; -Like parts of those machines of steel: - Like wheels that whirl, like shuttles thrown; -Without the power to dream or feel; - With all of childishness. - -Brothers and sisters of the flowers, - Fit playmates of the bird and bee. -For you grow soft the springtime hours; - For you the shade lies neath the tree. -For you life smiles the whole day long; - For you she breathes each breath in bliss, -And turns all sound into song; - And you, and you have come to this! - -Is't not enough that man should toil - To fill the hands that clutch for gold? -Is't not enough that women toil. - And in life's summertime grow old? -Is't not enough that death should pale - To see men welcome him as rest; -But must the children drudge and fall, - And perish on the mothers breast? - -See, lovers, wed at tender eve; - See, mothers, with your new-born young; -See, fathers--if you can, believe; - From infant blood, lo, wealth is wrung! -See homes; see towns; see cities; states; - Earth, show it to the skies above! -Lovers who pass through rapture's gates, - Are these, are these your fruits of love? - -O man who boast your lands subdued, - Your conquered air, your oceans tamed, -Who mold all nature to your mood, - Look on these babes and be ashamed! -Dull looks from out each weary face, - Cold words upon each little tongue-- -Dead lives that know not childhoods grace, - Grown old before they can be young. - -Hear, world of Mammon, brutal, bold, - Goring with life the maw of greed, -Measuring everything by gold; - The good deed with the evil deed-- -The pangs of suffering childhoods care, - Now coined in coins to fill a purse, -These things shall haunt you everywhere, - And rest upon you for a curse! - - - - -=The Hymn of Labor= - - -The world was made with labor: - Strong fusing air and fire -Strove before the years of birth, - With awful deed and dire, -And wrought from primal chaos - Amidst the ancient night. -The seas and shores which are the earth, - And shapes of morning light. - -Yea, bound in frenzied orbits, - The solar substance sped -With travail of the moon and stars, - And planets live and dead; -And wombed and birthed in anguish, - As heirs of all its toil, -Earth's vale and hill and ribs of rock, - And the rivers in her soil. - -Life was formed by labor: - From out of the bubbling ooze. -By cosmic ferment molded well, - And tropic suns and dews, -With stress of chemic struggle - Were built with warding care -The potent powers of earth and sea, - And the wings of all the air. -Yea, through the mystic process - Of crystallizing form, -To green growths sprung across the land, - And bloods of cold and warm, -The vital stream of being - In flooding efforts swirled, -And beast and bird and swimming fish - Made animate the world. - -Man was wrought by labor: - Fierce things of growth and might, -Where waring species hold their sway, - Keen eared and clear of sight. -Toiled in craft and cunning - And strength of ripening brain, -Till rose the form that grasped the world - And made it his domain. - -Yea, with red feud and ravage - Of saber tooth and claw. -With banding of the pack for might - And filled or starving maw; -From floundering saurians welter, - Through grin and screech of ape, -Struggled the deathless seed of life - Up to human shape. - -And man hath made with labor: - From his wild primal hour, -Potent with transforming deeds. - He hath wed will to power; -Through war and peace untiring, - To industry and art, -Spending the might of all his thought - And the hope of all his heart. - -Yea, tried in stress of effort - And passions wise and vain, -His zeal hath gathered wisdoms seed - From fruits of joy and pain. -His millioned cities echo; - His ships have pathed the sea; -And with bent brow he toils to make - The world that yet will be. - - - - -=To the Masters= - - -You drive your beasts of burden forth to - drink? -You herd your oxen, each one in his stall? -You whip and goad until they heed your call? -You own, and use? Are these your cattle? - Think! -Although the while they cringe to you and - shrink. -And watch their fate in your least finger fall, -Mistake not, lest they rise and ravage all, -And your vast piled-up power to chaos sink! - -The earthquake gives slight time to ward its - shock; -But racks the earth, nor warns of where or - when; -The hurricane that makes the city rock, -Speaks not with previous voice unto your ken; -Vesuvius and Aetna horror mock, -And tidal waves. Think: These you crush are - Men! - - - - -=To the Enemies of Free Speech= - - -As well to lay your hands upon the sun -And try with bonds to bind the morning light, -As well on the four winds to spend your might, -As well to strive against the streams that run; -As well to bar the seasons, bid be done -The rain which falls; as well to blindly fight -Against the air, and at your folly's height -Aspire to make all power that is none. - -As well to do this as to impeach -Man's tongue, and bid it answer to the schools; -As well to do all this, as give us rules. -And bid us hold our words within your reach; -As well as this, as try to chain man's speech. -So others learned before ye lived, O fools! - - - - -=Magdalene Passes= - - -What one is this, that bears the band of - shame within her breast, -And wanders through the mocking land, denied - a place of rest? -What one is this, your hue and cry pursue - with withering hate, -Until her best hope is to die, nor meet a - harder fate? - -This, this is she who hides her head in shame - to gloom the sun; -Who waits, as in their graves the dead, until - the day is done; -Whose tasks make pitiful the dark, and dreadful - all the night, -And leave her spirit striken stark and crushed - at morning light. - -Beneath the shadows of silk and lace her form - is spare and shrunk, -And through the rogue upon her face see how - her cheeks have sunk, -Her lightsome laugh hides not her thought; - her brow is scarred with care. -And her flashing rings with jewels wrought, - but gild and grace despair. - -Has she no tears to weep for grief, no voice to - cry with woe, -No memories panged beyond belief for joys - of long ago, -Has she no tortured dreams to smart, no anguish - for her brow, -Has she no broken bleeding heart, that you - must curse her now? - -Is here no innocence o'erthrown, no wrecked - sweet maidenhood, -No sense of loss, like heavy stone, to make her - doubt all good? -Are here no women's ruined charms, no dead - and withering breasts? -Are here no hapless, vacant arms, which - should lull babes to rest? - -And what are you, who at her gird, and deem - yourselves unstained; -Do you forget your black false word, the righteous - act disdain, -Your lust of power, the debtors tears, cold - hunger's starving cries, -And all the evil of your years, that clamors - to the skies! - -Your horror is a vail to wear and cover o'er - your deeds; -Your wrongs are pointed at you there, though - none your presence heeds. -Your vileness would itself deny in falsest hate - of hers; -Gaze at yourself with inward eye, you whited - sepulchers! - -Repent! Your vanity betrays, and wrenches - reason strong, -Until it wraps the truth to ways which shape - a right of wrong; -But every sin is still a sin; and if your hands - be shriven, -Her heart is no more black within, and she - shall be forgiven. - -You ask not where those siren lips learned - their unworthy skill, -Nor reck of how shame's black eclipse obscured - her purer will. -You think not whence fair thoughts like - flowers gave room to passions low; -You know not of her girlhood's hours; you - do not care to know. - -Nay! But the truth cries for the light, and - struggles to be heard; -The story of her bruise and blight shall out - in burning word-- -Yours was the power which crushed that - grace and gave it to despair, -And the mask of beauty on that face, your - hands have painted there! - -She was the temple of your lust, the altar of - your greed; -The sacrifice of faith and trust you made with - careful heed. -She was the price of pleasure's worth, the - weight against your gold, -Where love and truth repine in dearth, and all - is bought and sold. - -And will you loathe your work at last, and - spurn her with disgust? -And shall your pride blot out the past and - hide her murdered trust? -And will you brand upon her brow the deeds - which she doth do? -Speak; Will you dare to hate her now, who - weeps, and pardons you? - -Nay, more scoff to see her sink, nor laugh - upon her tears; -You shall not hand hate's baneful drink, and - mock her with your jeers. -Bow down and hide your head for shame, and - for your acts atone, -Accept your guilt; abide your blame; nor cast - a single stone. - -And crimson sin shall balance sin, and none - shall be denied, -Till every heart is soft within and humbled - in its pride. -And each with each shall equal stand, and all - be one in worth, -Till every hand shall clasp a hand and love - shall fill the earth. - - - - -=The Red Flag= - - -Banner of crimson waving there, - Thou shalt have full homage from me; -First among flags thou gleamest fair, - Symbol of love and of life made free. -The nations have chosen standards of state - To flaunt to the winds since time began; -Emblems of rivalry, pride and hate; - But thou are the flag of the world, of Man. - -Red as the blood of freedom's dead, - Thy hues might well have flowed from their veins. -Red as the one blood of man is red, - Holy thou art in thy sanguine stains. -Holy as truth and holy as right; - Sacred as wisdom and sacred as love; -Worthy the rapture that lifted to light - Thy glorious shape where it ripples above. - -Unto the spirit of friendliness - Thou was fashioned, to comfort man's hungry thought; -To shine for the deeds that alone can bless, - And the life of brotherhood nobly wrought -Unto the spirit that rends the gyves - And shatters the bonds that make men slaves; -The spirit that suffers and sinks and strives. - Till it strengthens hope, till it lifts and saves. - -Thou art no new thing; thou hast waved from of old. - Thou hast seen the day be born from the night; -And hast streamed for truth where the truth was bold - As time fled on to the future's light. -Beyond all the seas, on many a shore, - Thou hast buttressed the heart and stiffened the hand -To struggle for fellowship o're and o're, - From the youth to the age of the eldest land. - -Thou hast called to battle! Yea, thou hast led - Where men have followed, forgetting fears -And hast solaced the dying and graced the dead, - Stained with blood and with dust and tears ---Blood, a full tribute paid for peace; - Tears shed free o're humanity's wrongs, -With faith in thy cause, that could never cease, - Met tyranny's swords, and fell, singing thy songs. - -As thou art loved, thou art loathed, full well; - Loathed and cursed by the lords of power. -Ever they name thee the flag of hell, - And rage in the fear of thy triumph hour. -But their grasp grows week on the wills of men; - Their armies falter; their guns are rust; -As from prison, and labor of poverty's den - Thy hosts speak NO to their crumbling lust. - -See! Now there greet the ten million eyes, - And lips uncounted smile to thy red. -Yes, those who bow to thy crimson dyes, - Are myriads more than all of thy dead. -Lo! The young clap hands at thy bright unrest; - And the child in arms it leaps in its glee. -Nay, babes unborn, 'neath the mother's breast - And given and pledged to thy cause and to thee! - -Banner of freedom and freedom's peace. - Float in thy beauty, in sign of the day -When ravage of power and conquest shall cease, - And mouldering tyranny pass away. -Who would not all for thy promise give? - As I gaze on the fools, one wish have I-- -To love thee and honor thee while I live, - And fold thee around me when I must die! - - - - -=The Agitator= - - -Where hurrying thousands meet, - And poor in living streams on either hand. -Amidst the richest street, - With set and stubborn face he takes his stand. -The lesson to repeat - Of evil days and acts which curse the land. - -Indifference cools him not; - And jeers and blows he takes, perchance, beside. -Brave, he accepts his lot; - At worst he meets it with a martyr's pride. -To bear, he knows not what, - He seeks the crowd and will not be denied. - -His voice is loud and strong, - And vigorous gestures add their potent force, -As to the restless throng - He pictures clear corruption's crafty course, -Or challenges the wrong - Which in some unjust privilege finds its source. - -A true son of the soil, - And feeling, as the hard-pressed masses feel, -The things which mar and spoil, - And bind life down with bonds as strong as steel, -He knows the men who toil, - And truth to these he can most clear reveal. - -No knotty theories - He offers to the listeners who attend, -Or generalities, - Which glitter with the gilt that fine words lend; -He sets forth what he sees - So simply that who hears can comprehend. - -The deep philosopher, - The pedant wise, whose wisdom makes him cold. -Instructs, but cannot stir - The heart of work, whose hope is tried and old; -But this one strives to spur - The rebel in the blood and make it bold. - -He lifts the common thought, - And e'en the common heart up to the light; -Till, by his teaching wrought - 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-<p align="center"> -<a href="images/003.png" id="image1" name="image1"> -<img src="images/002.png" width="269" height="456" alt="Tongues of Toil" title="Tongues of Toil" border="0"/> -</a></p> - - -<h1>THE TONGUES OF TOIL</h1> - -<h1>AND OTHER POEMS</h1> - -<h3>BY</h3> - -<h1>WILLIAM FRANCIS BARNARD</h1> - -<h3>JUSTICE PUBLISHING COMPANY<br/> -PITTSBURGH, PA.</h3> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h3><a href='#The_Tongues_of_Toil'>The Tongues of Toil</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Hangman'>The Hangman</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Children_of_the_Looms'>The Children of the Looms</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Hymn_of_Labor'>The Hymn of Labor</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#To_the_Masters'>To the Masters</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#To_the_Enemies_of_Free_Speech'>To the Enemies of Free Speech</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#Magdalene_Passes'>Magdalene Passes</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Red_Flag'>The Red Flag</a></h3><br /> -<h3><a href='#The_Agitator'>The Agitator</a></h3><br /> - - - -<hr width="65%"/> - -<h2><a name='The_Tongues_of_Toil'>The Tongues of Toil</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem1" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> -Do you hear the call from a hundred lands.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Lords of a dying name?</span><br /> -We are the men of sinewed hands<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Whom the earth and the seas acclaim.</span><br /> -We are the hoards that made you lords.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And gathered your gear and spoil.</span><br /> -And we speak with a word that should be heard—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Hark to the tongues of toil!</span><br /> -<br /> -The power of your hands it falls at last,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The strength of your rule is o'er,</span><br /> -Where the might of a million slaves is massed<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To the shouts of a million more.</span><br /> -We rise, we rise, 'neath the western skies,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the dawns of the east afar;</span><br /> -And our myriads swarm in the southlands warm,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And under the northern star!</span><br /> -<br /> -We take no thought of the fears you feel,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the rage you hold at heart,</span><br /> -Nor of all your strength of the gold and steel<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Enthroned at the gates of mart.</span><br /> -We have no care for the deeds you dare,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>For the force of your armies hurled;</span><br /> -You stand but few, and we challenge you—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Strong men of all the world!</span><br /> -<br /> -We served as your fools when time was young,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And long, long we forbore.</span><br /> -Glad of the niggard boons you flung,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The least of your ample store;</span><br /> -But the gnawing pain of a starving brain<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Is great as the belly need—</span><br /> -We have learned at last from a hungry past<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The joys of a rebel deed!</span><br /> -<br /> -We come, we come, with the force of fate;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We are not weak, but strong.</span><br /> -We parley not, and we cannot wait;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We march with a freeman's song.</span><br /> -We claim for meed what a life we can need<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>That lives as a life should live—</span><br /> -Not less, not more, From the plenteous store<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Which freeborn labors give!</span><br /> -<br /> -We shall shape a world as a world should be,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>With room enough for all.</span><br /> -We will rear a race of the wise and free,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And not of the great and small.</span><br /> -And the heart and the mind of humankind<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Shall drink to the dregs of good,</span><br /> -Forgetting the tears of the darker years,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the curse of bondman's blood.</span><br /> -<br /> -In vain you soften the voice of greed,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In vain you speak us fair;</span><br /> -The time is late, and we hark nor heed;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In gladness still we dare.</span><br /> -Yield, then, yield to the force we wield,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To the masses of our might;</span><br /> -We are countless strong at the throat of wrong<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The warriors of the right!</span><br /> -<br /> -Yes, we are the captains of the earth<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the warders of the sea—</span><br /> -Of a race new born in nobler birth,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The mighty and the free!</span><br /> -We clasp all hands, to the farthest lands;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>We swear by our mother soil,</span><br /> -To take the meed who have done the deed!<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Hark to the tongues of toil!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Hangman">The Hangman</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem2" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -The hangman's hands are dyed with blood,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And all they touch or hold</span><br /> -Is stained and streaked with clotted blood<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>E'en to his bloody gold—</span><br /> -The coins that are paid for human breath<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the lives which he has sold.</span><br /> -<br /> -In scarlet hue stand old and new—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>His clothes, his board, his bed.</span><br /> -There is blood in the cup he lifts up,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And crimson in his bread;</span><br /> -And e'en his floors and walls and doors<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Are marked with gory red.</span><br /> -<br /> -The hangman's face is dull and grey,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And soulless are his eyes;</span><br /> -That he may live from day to day,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Some fellow-being dies.</span><br /> -The tears of the young are naught to him,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Nor ages stifled cries.</span><br /> -<br /> -He does not know the sob of woe;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Black fear he does not know;</span><br /> -Hardly a word from his lips are heard,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And his ears heed no appeal.</span><br /> -His cruel chin reveals within<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>A nature hard as steel,</span><br /> -The hangman's thoughts are not of love,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Nor are they yet of hate;</span><br /> -They do not lift themselves above<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The dungeon's iron gate;</span><br /> -Their interests are the knotted rope<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the heavy gallows weight.</span><br /> -<br /> -His mind is filled with the counted killed<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the hope of more to come.</span><br /> -And the price they fling when men must swing,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Which makes a goodly sum;</span><br /> -For his reason waits on the law's black hates,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And, save for this, stands dumb.</span><br /> -<br /> -The hangman's soul lies stiff and stark.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The hangman's heart is dead;</span><br /> -And the need of friends is a burnt out spark<br /> -For he is marked with the murder's mark.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And with blood upon his head.</span><br /> -<br /> -In times of rest he knows no guest—<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>No hand will touch him, none!</span><br /> -Nor woman mild nor happy child<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Greets him when day is done;</span><br /> -And he walks the night, a poison blight,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>An outcast of the sun</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Children_of_the_Looms">The Children of the Looms</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem3" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -Oh, what are these that plod the road<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>At dawn's first hour and evening's chime,</span><br /> -Each back bent as beneath a load;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Each sallow face afoul with grime?</span><br /> -Nay, what are these whose little feet<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Scarce bear theme on to toil or bed!</span><br /> -Do hearts within their bosoms beat?<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Surely, 'twere better that they were dead.</span><br /> -<br /> -Babes are they, domed to cruel dooms.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Who labor all the livelong day;</span><br /> -Who stand beside the roaring looms<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Nor ever turn their eyes away;</span><br /> -Like parts of those machines of steel:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Like wheels that whirl, like shuttles thrown;</span><br /> -Without the power to dream or feel;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With all of childishness.</span><br /> -<br /> -Brothers and sisters of the flowers,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Fit playmates of the bird and bee.</span><br /> -For you grow soft the springtime hours;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>For you the shade lies neath the tree.</span><br /> -For you life smiles the whole day long;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>For you she breathes each breath in bliss,</span><br /> -And turns all sound into song;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And you, and you have come to this!</span><br /> -<br /> -Is't not enough that man should toil<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To fill the hands that clutch for gold?</span><br /> -Is't not enough that women toil.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And in life's summertime grow old?</span><br /> -Is't not enough that death should pale<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>To see men welcome him as rest;</span><br /> -But must the children drudge and fall,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And perish on the mothers breast?</span><br /> -<br /> -See, lovers, wed at tender eve;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>See, mothers, with your new-born young;</span><br /> -See, fathers—if you can, believe;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>From infant blood, lo, wealth is wrung!</span><br /> -See homes; see towns; see cities; states;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Earth, show it to the skies above!</span><br /> -Lovers who pass through rapture's gates,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Are these, are these your fruits of love?</span><br /> -<br /> -O man who boast your lands subdued,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Your conquered air, your oceans tamed,</span><br /> -Who mold all nature to your mood,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Look on these babes and be ashamed!</span><br /> -Dull looks from out each weary face,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Cold words upon each little tongue—</span><br /> -Dead lives that know not childhoods grace,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Grown old before they can be young.</span><br /> -<br /> -Hear, world of Mammon, brutal, bold,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Goring with life the maw of greed,</span><br /> -Measuring everything by gold;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>The good deed with the evil deed—</span><br /> -The pangs of suffering childhoods care,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Now coined in coins to fill a purse,</span><br /> -These things shall haunt you everywhere,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And rest upon you for a curse!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Hymn_of_Labor">The Hymn of Labor</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem4" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -The world was made with labor:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Strong fusing air and fire</span><br /> -Strove before the years of birth,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>With awful deed and dire,</span><br /> -And wrought from primal chaos<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Amidst the ancient night.</span><br /> -The seas and shores which are the earth,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And shapes of morning light.</span><br /> -<br /> -Yea, bound in frenzied orbits,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The solar substance sped</span><br /> -With travail of the moon and stars,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And planets live and dead;</span><br /> -And wombed and birthed in anguish,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As heirs of all its toil,</span><br /> -Earth's vale and hill and ribs of rock,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the rivers in her soil.</span><br /> -<br /> -Life was formed by labor:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From out of the bubbling ooze.</span><br /> -By cosmic ferment molded well,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And tropic suns and dews,</span><br /> -With stress of chemic struggle<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Were built with warding care</span><br /> -The potent powers of earth and sea,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the wings of all the air.</span><br /> -Yea, through the mystic process<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of crystallizing form,</span><br /> -To green growths sprung across the land,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And bloods of cold and warm,</span><br /> -The vital stream of being<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>In flooding efforts swirled,</span><br /> -And beast and bird and swimming fish <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Made animate the world. </span><br /> -<br /> -Man was wrought by labor: <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Fierce things of growth and might,</span><br /> -Where waring species hold their sway,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Keen eared and clear of sight.</span><br /> -Toiled in craft and cunning<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And strength of ripening brain,</span><br /> -Till rose the form that grasped the world <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And made it his domain.</span><br /> -<br /> -Yea, with red feud and ravage <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Of saber tooth and claw.</span><br /> -With banding of the pack for might<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And filled or starving maw;</span><br /> -From floundering saurians welter,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Through grin and screech of ape,</span><br /> -Struggled the deathless seed of life<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Up to human shape.</span><br /> -<br /> -And man hath made with labor:<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From his wild primal hour,</span><br /> -Potent with transforming deeds.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>He hath wed will to power;</span><br /> -Through war and peace untiring,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To industry and art,</span><br /> -Spending the might of all his thought<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the hope of all his heart.</span><br /> -<br /> -Yea, tried in stress of effort<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And passions wise and vain,</span><br /> -His zeal hath gathered wisdoms seed <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>From fruits of joy and pain. </span><br /> -His millioned cities echo; <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>His ships have pathed the sea;</span><br /> -And with bent brow he toils to make<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The world that yet will be.</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="To_the_Masters">To the Masters</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem5" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> -You drive your beasts of burden forth to <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>drink?</span><br /> -You herd your oxen, each one in his stall?<br /> -You whip and goad until they heed your call?<br /> -You own, and use? Are these your cattle? <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Think!</span><br /> -Although the while they cringe to you and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shrink.</span><br /> -And watch their fate in your least finger fall,<br /> -Mistake not, lest they rise and ravage all,<br /> -And your vast piled-up power to chaos sink!<br /> -<br /> -The earthquake gives slight time to ward its <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shock;</span><br /> -But racks the earth, nor warns of where or <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>when;</span><br /> -The hurricane that makes the city rock,<br /> -Speaks not with previous voice unto your ken;<br /> -Vesuvius and Aetna horror mock,<br /> -And tidal waves. Think: These you crush are <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Men!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr width="65%"/> -<h2><a name='To_the_Enemies_of_Free_Speech'>To the Enemies of Free Speech</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem6" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -As well to lay your hands upon the sun<br /> -And try with bonds to bind the morning light,<br /> -As well on the four winds to spend your might,<br /> -As well to strive against the streams that run;<br /> -As well to bar the seasons, bid be done<br /> -The rain which falls; as well to blindly fight<br /> -Against the air, and at your folly's height<br /> -Aspire to make all power that is none.<br /> -<br /> -As well to do this as to impeach<br /> -Man's tongue, and bid it answer to the schools;<br /> -As well to do all this, as give us rules.<br /> -And bid us hold our words within your reach;<br /> -As well as this, as try to chain man's speech.<br /> -So others learned before ye lived, O fools!<br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - - -<hr width="65%"/> -<h2><a name="Magdalene_Passes">Magdalene Passes</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem7" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> -What one is this, that bears the band of <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>shame within her breast,</span><br /> -And wanders through the mocking land, denied <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>a place of rest?</span><br /> -What one is this, your hue and cry pursue <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>with withering hate,</span><br /> -Until her best hope is to die, nor meet a <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>harder fate?</span><br /> -<br /> -This, this is she who hides her head in shame <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>to gloom the sun;</span><br /> -Who waits, as in their graves the dead, until <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>the day is done;</span><br /> -Whose tasks make pitiful the dark, and dreadful <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>all the night,</span><br /> -And leave her spirit striken stark and crushed <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>at morning light.</span><br /> -<br /> -Beneath the shadows of silk and lace her form <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>is spare and shrunk,</span><br /> -And through the rogue upon her face see how <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>her cheeks have sunk,</span><br /> -Her lightsome laugh hides not her thought; <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>her brow is scarred with care.</span><br /> -And her flashing rings with jewels wrought, <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>but gild and grace despair.</span><br /> -<br /> -Has she no tears to weep for grief, no voice to <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>cry with woe,</span><br /> -No memories panged beyond belief for joys <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>of long ago,</span><br /> -Has she no tortured dreams to smart, no anguish <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>for her brow,</span><br /> -Has she no broken bleeding heart, that you <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>must curse her now?</span><br /> -<br /> -Is here no innocence o'erthrown, no wrecked <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>sweet maidenhood,</span><br /> -No sense of loss, like heavy stone, to make her <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>doubt all good?</span><br /> -Are here no women's ruined charms, no dead <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>and withering breasts?</span><br /> -Are here no hapless, vacant arms, which <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>should lull babes to rest?</span><br /> -<br /> -And what are you, who at her gird, and deem <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>yourselves unstained;</span><br /> -Do you forget your black false word, the righteous <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>act disdain,</span><br /> -Your lust of power, the debtors tears, cold <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>hunger's starving cries,</span><br /> -And all the evil of your years, that clamors <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>to the skies!</span><br /> -<br /> -Your horror is a vail to wear and cover o'er <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>your deeds;</span><br /> -Your wrongs are pointed at you there, though <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>none your presence heeds.</span><br /> -Your vileness would itself deny in falsest hate <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>of hers;</span><br /> -Gaze at yourself with inward eye, you whited <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>sepulchers!</span><br /> -<br /> -Repent! Your vanity betrays, and wrenches <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>reason strong,</span><br /> -Until it wraps the truth to ways which shape <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>a right of wrong;</span><br /> -But every sin is still a sin; and if your hands <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>be shriven,</span><br /> -Her heart is no more black within, and she <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>shall be forgiven.</span><br /> -<br /> -You ask not where those siren lips learned <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>their unworthy skill,</span><br /> -Nor reck of how shame's black eclipse obscured <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>her purer will.</span><br /> -You think not whence fair thoughts like <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>flowers gave room to passions low;</span><br /> -You know not of her girlhood's hours; you <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>do not care to know.</span><br /> -<br /> -Nay! But the truth cries for the light, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>struggles to be heard;</span><br /> -The story of her bruise and blight shall out <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>in burning word—</span><br /> -Yours was the power which crushed that <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>grace and gave it to despair,</span><br /> -And the mask of beauty on that face, your <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>hands have painted there!</span><br /> -<br /> -She was the temple of your lust, the altar of <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>your greed;</span><br /> -The sacrifice of faith and trust you made with <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>careful heed.</span><br /> -She was the price of pleasure's worth, the <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>weight against your gold,</span><br /> -Where love and truth repine in dearth, and all <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>is bought and sold.</span><br /> -<br /> -And will you loathe your work at last, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>spurn her with disgust?</span><br /> -And shall your pride blot out the past and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>hide her murdered trust?</span><br /> -And will you brand upon her brow the deeds <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>which she doth do?</span><br /> -Speak; Will you dare to hate her now, who <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>weeps, and pardons you?</span><br /> -<br /> -Nay, more scoff to see her sink, nor laugh <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>upon her tears;</span><br /> -You shall not hand hate's baneful drink, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>mock her with your jeers.</span><br /> -Bow down and hide your head for shame, and <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>for your acts atone,</span><br /> -Accept your guilt; abide your blame; nor cast <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>a single stone.</span><br /> -<br /> -And crimson sin shall balance sin, and none <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>shall be denied,</span><br /> -Till every heart is soft within and humbled <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>in its pride.</span><br /> -And each with each shall equal stand, and all <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>be one in worth,</span><br /> -Till every hand shall clasp a hand and love <br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1.5em;'>shall fill the earth.</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr width="65%"/> - - -<h2><a name="The_Red_Flag">The Red Flag</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem8" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -Banner of crimson waving there,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou shalt have full homage from me;</span><br /> -First among flags thou gleamest fair,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Symbol of love and of life made free.</span><br /> -The nations have chosen standards of state<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To flaunt to the winds since time began;</span><br /> -Emblems of rivalry, pride and hate;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>But thou are the flag of the world, of Man.</span><br /> -<br /> -Red as the blood of freedom's dead,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thy hues might well have flowed from their veins.</span><br /> -Red as the one blood of man is red,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Holy thou art in thy sanguine stains.</span><br /> -Holy as truth and holy as right;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Sacred as wisdom and sacred as love;</span><br /> -Worthy the rapture that lifted to light<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thy glorious shape where it ripples above.</span><br /> -<br /> -Unto the spirit of friendliness<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou was fashioned, to comfort man's hungry thought;</span><br /> -To shine for the deeds that alone can bless,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the life of brotherhood nobly wrought</span><br /> -Unto the spirit that rends the gyves<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And shatters the bonds that make men slaves;</span><br /> -The spirit that suffers and sinks and strives.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Till it strengthens hope, till it lifts and saves.</span><br /> -<br /> -Thou art no new thing; thou hast waved from of old.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou hast seen the day be born from the night;</span><br /> -And hast streamed for truth where the truth was bold<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As time fled on to the future's light.</span><br /> -Beyond all the seas, on many a shore,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thou hast buttressed the heart and stiffened the hand</span><br /> -To struggle for fellowship o're and o're,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>From the youth to the age of the eldest land.</span><br /> -<br /> -Thou hast called to battle! Yea, thou hast led<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Where men have followed, forgetting fears</span><br /> -And hast solaced the dying and graced the dead,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Stained with blood and with dust and tears</span><br /> -—Blood, a full tribute paid for peace;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Tears shed free o're humanity's wrongs,</span><br /> -With faith in thy cause, that could never cease,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Met tyranny's swords, and fell, singing thy songs.</span><br /> -<br /> -As thou art loved, thou art loathed, full well;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Loathed and cursed by the lords of power.</span><br /> -Ever they name thee the flag of hell,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And rage in the fear of thy triumph hour.</span><br /> -But their grasp grows week on the wills of men;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Their armies falter; their guns are rust;</span><br /> -As from prison, and labor of poverty's den<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Thy hosts speak NO to their crumbling lust.</span><br /> -<br /> -See! Now there greet the ten million eyes,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And lips uncounted smile to thy red.</span><br /> -Yes, those who bow to thy crimson dyes,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Are myriads more than all of thy dead.</span><br /> -Lo! The young clap hands at thy bright unrest;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And the child in arms it leaps in its glee.</span><br /> -Nay, babes unborn, 'neath the mother's breast<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And given and pledged to thy cause and to thee!</span><br /> -<br /> -Banner of freedom and freedom's peace.<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Float in thy beauty, in sign of the day</span><br /> -When ravage of power and conquest shall cease,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And mouldering tyranny pass away.</span><br /> -Who would not all for thy promise give?<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As I gaze on the fools, one wish have I—</span><br /> -To love thee and honor thee while I live,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And fold thee around me when I must die!</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr width="65%"/> - -<h2><a name="The_Agitator">The Agitator</a></h2> -<table summary="Poem9" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"> - -<tr> -<td width="28%"></td> -<td width="72%"> - -Where hurrying thousands meet,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And poor in living streams on either hand.</span><br /> -Amidst the richest street,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>With set and stubborn face he takes his stand.</span><br /> -The lesson to repeat<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Of evil days and acts which curse the land.</span><br /> -<br /> -Indifference cools him not;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And jeers and blows he takes, perchance, beside.</span><br /> -Brave, he accepts his lot;<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>At worst he meets it with a martyr's pride.</span><br /> -To bear, he knows not what,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He seeks the crowd and will not be denied.</span><br /> -<br /> -His voice is loud and strong,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>And vigorous gestures add their potent force,</span><br /> -As to the restless throng<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>He pictures clear corruption's crafty course,</span><br /> -Or challenges the wrong<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 1em;'>Which in some unjust privilege finds its source.</span><br /> -<br /> -A true son of the soil,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And feeling, as the hard-pressed masses feel,</span><br /> -The things which mar and spoil,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And bind life down with bonds as strong as steel,</span><br /> -He knows the men who toil,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And truth to these he can most clear reveal.</span><br /> -<br /> -No knotty theories<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>He offers to the listeners who attend,</span><br /> -Or generalities,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Which glitter with the gilt that fine words lend;</span><br /> -He sets forth what he sees<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>So simply that who hears can comprehend.</span><br /> -<br /> -The deep philosopher,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The pedant wise, whose wisdom makes him cold.</span><br /> -Instructs, but cannot stir<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The heart of work, whose hope is tried and old;</span><br /> -But this one strives to spur<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>The rebel in the blood and make it bold.</span><br /> -<br /> -He lifts the common thought,<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And e'en the common heart up to the light;</span><br /> -Till, by his teaching wrought<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To understand their wrongs and know their might</span><br /> -Plain men at last are brought<br /> -<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>To rouse in truceless struggle for the right.</span><br /> -</td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p> -[Transcriber's note: The spelling irregularities of the original have -been retained in this etext.] -</p> - -<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13322 ***</div> -</body> -</html> - diff --git a/old/old-2025-02-23/13322-h/images/002.png b/old/old-2025-02-23/13322-h/images/002.png Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index 1044f7b..0000000 --- a/old/old-2025-02-23/13322-h/images/002.png +++ /dev/null diff --git a/old/old-2025-02-23/13322-h/images/003.png b/old/old-2025-02-23/13322-h/images/003.png Binary files differdeleted file mode 100644 index 795d7e8..0000000 --- a/old/old-2025-02-23/13322-h/images/003.png +++ /dev/null |
