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retched, patient, piteous Than the slaves we fought to free! "Are these weak, worn girls and women Those whose mothers yet can tell How they kissed and clasped men god-like With fierce faces fronting hell? "Bend and listen, look and tell us! Is this silent waste, possessed By bloat thieves and their task-masters, Thy free, thy fair, thy fearless West? "Are these Eastern mobs of wage-slaves, Are these cringing debauchees, Sons of those who slung their rifles-- Shook the old Flag to the breeze?" THE ANSWER. "Men and boys, O fathers, brothers, Burst these fetters round you bound! Women, sisters, wives and mothers, Lift your faces from the ground! "O Democracy, O People, East and West and North and South, Rise together, one for ever, Strike this Crime upon the mouth! "Bid them not, the men who loved you, Those who fought for you and died, Scorn you that you broke a small Crime, Left a great Crime pass in pride! "England, France, the played-out countries, Let them reek there in their stew, Let their past rot out their present, But the Future is with you! "O America, O first-born Of the age that yet shall be Where all men shall be as one man, Noble, faithful, fearless, free!-- "O America, O paramour Of the foul slave-owner Pelf, You who saved from slavery others, Now from slavery save yourself! "Save yourself, though, anguish-shaken, You cry out and bow your head, Crying 'Why am I forsaken?' Crying 'It is finished!' "Save yourself, no God will save you; Not one angel can He give! They and He are dead and vanished, And 'tis you, 'tis you must live! "Risen again, fire-tried, victorious, From the grave of Crime down-hurled, Peerless, pure, serene and glorious, Wield the sceptre of the world!" A FOOL. (_Brisbane_). He asked me of my friend--"_a clever man_; _Such various talent_, _business_, _journalism_; _A pen that might some day have sent out_ '_leaders_' _From our greatest newspapers_."--"Yes, all this, All this," I said.--"_And yet he will not rise_? _He'll stay a_ "_comp._," _a printer all his life_?"-- I said: "Just that, a workman all his life." But, as my questioner was a business man, One of the sons of Capital,
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