ain and peace!

"ENGLAND."

Where'er I go in this dense East,
In sunshine or shade,
I retch at the villainous feast
That England has made.

And my shame cannot understand,
As scorn springs elate,
How I ever loved that land
That now I hate!

THE FISHERMAN.
(_Mindanao_, _Philippines_.)

In the dark waveless sea,
Deep blue under deep blue,
The fisher drifts by on the tide
In his small pole-balanced canoe.

Above him the cloud-clapped hills
Crown the dense jungly sweeps;
The cocoa-nut groves hedge round
The hut where the beach-wave sleeps.

Is it not better so
To be as this savage is,
Than to live the wage-slave's life
Of hopeless agonies?

A SOUTH-SEA ISLANDER.

Aloll in the warm clear water,
On her back with languorous limbs,
She lies. The baby upon her breasts
Paddles and falls and swims.

With half-closed eyes she smiles,
Guarding it with her hands;
And the sob swells up in my heart--
In my heart that understands.

_Dear_, _in the English country_,
_The hatefullest land on earth_,
_The mothers are starved and the children die_,
_And death is better than birth_!

NEW GUINEA "CONVERTS."

I saw them as they were born,
Erect and fearless and free,
Facing the sun and the wind
Of the hills and the sea.

I saw them naked, superb,
Like the Greeks long ago,
With shield and spear and arrow
Ready to strike and throw.

I saw them as they were made
By the Christianizing crows,
Blinking, stupid, clumsy
In their greasy ill-cut clothes:

I heard their gibbering cant,
And they sung those hymns that smell
Of poor souls besotted, degraded
With the fear of "God" and "hell."

And I thought if Jesus could see them,
He who loved the freedom, the light,
And loathed those who compassed heaven
And earth for one proselyte,

To make him, etcetera, etcetera,--
Then this sight, as on me or you,
Would act on him like an emetic,
And he'd have to go off and spue.

O Jesus, O man of the People,
Who died to abolish all this--
The pharisee rank and respectable,
The scribe and the greedy priest--

O Jesus, O sacred Socialist,
You would die again of shame,
If you were alive and could see
What things are d