seems that a them uke the of the century toward the precipice which will them for woe b to those who remain deaf to the cries of the starving woe to those who believing themselves of superior essence assume the right to those beneath them then comes a time when the people no longer reason thej rise like a and rush onward like a torrent then we see bleeding heads on among the gentlemen there are two of individuals those of one class not they are and what they might be take life as it comes believe that they are bom to be slaves and themselves with the little that is given them in exchange for their labor but there are others on the contrary who think who study and looking about them social is it their fault if they see clearly suffer at seeing others suffer then they throw themselves into the struggle and make themselves the of the popular claims i know very well that i shall be told that i ought tc have confined myself to speech for the of the people s claims but what can you expect it takes fl loud voice to make the deaf hear too long have they answered our voices by imprisonment the rope and rifle make no mistake the explosion of my is not only the cry of the rebel but the cry of an entire class which its rights and which will soon add acts to words for be sure of it in vain will they pass laws the ideas of the will not l i at by b a drama of modem industry see page the masters meet a great castle the home of one of them to plan the destruction the labor whereupon a group of blow up the with in the scene following the author gives his sections upon this event in the words of the grief stricken sister of the � suppose what has happened � � � arouse the conscience of the people � why that s what he was saying � his very oi i think � arouse the conscience of the people t r all these thousands of years that we have been � t to the influence of the family and of religion it be possible that we are unable to arouse the people s except by � o ye silent and exalted witnesses hear without answering and see without reflecting you see why don t you show me how to reach the road for in the midst of all this misery there no road that leads upward � nothing but an endless the same spot by which i perish en � upward means forward � but there is no forward in this we have en thrown back into sheer once more all in a happy future has been wiped out just ask the cry for justice a few questions around here and then the sun the spring � ever since that dreadful night � nothing but fine weather night and day � a stretch of it the hke of which i cannot recall is it not as if nature itself were crying out to us shame shame you my leaves with blood and mingle death cries with my song you the air for me with your complaints that s what it is saying to us you are the spring for me your diseases and your evil thoughts are crouching in the woods and on the everywhere a of misery is following you like that of waters that s what it is telling us your and your envy are a pair of sisters who have fought each other since they were bom � that s what it says only my highest mountain peaks only my sandy and icy deserts have not seen those sisters every other part of the earth has been filled by them with blood and brutal in the midst of eternal glory mankind has invented hell and to keep it filled and men who should stand for perfection harbor among them what is worthless and foul by lord a of was imprisoned with his sons in castle the story is told in s longer poem the prisoner of eternal spirit of the brightest in liberty thou art � for there thy habitation is the heart � the heart which love of thee alone can bind and when thy sons to are consigned � to and the damp vault s gloom their country with their and freedom s fame finds wings on every wind thy prison is a holy place and thy sad floor an altar for twas trod until his very steps have left a trace worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod by may none those marks i for they appeal from tyranny to book vii the christ of the working class the inspired of the masses the world s supreme leader whose love for the poor and the children of the poor all the days of his consecrated life lighted up and made forever holy the dark tragedy of his death and gave to the ages his divine inspiration and his name � it by v see page j he christ of the class the inspired of the masses the world s supreme leader whose love for the poor d the children of the poor all the days of his life lighted up and made forever holy the dark tragedy of his death and gave to the ages his divine and his name � by elizabeth ck american writer have taken the tomb of our comrade christ � � � � that believe not in man stable and stall for his birth but his tomb is built on a plan alley have him round with pomp and parade they have buried him deep under steel and stone � ut we come leading the great to give our comrade back to his own e the 