The Labor enquirer., 1885-04-18

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The beggar dies at the great kings door, ..
But the king still lives and his hearts, glad
For verify now, we know she is dead
Else how could the good old times revive;
For were she Hving her earthquake tread
Would scatter the honeyless hornets hive
Go reyel awhile ye coward knaves
With the wantons your lust have made; F,
Be drunken ouce more on the blood of slave
That are slain in your shambles of trade.
Go daily space with crown and sword
Those toys Of the old efete regime
And tally once more your stolen hoard,
{ And list your priests assuring theme.
But Know ye this that am not dead,
The spirit Of revolt can never die;
Upon ten Thousand fields I've bled, w. .
. And with my martyr'd slain did lie.
But every soul your bloody steel set free,
MY spirit hath absorbed into its own,
So now L am the Sum, the majesty,
or every Rebel that the world has known.
No weak kneed slave has ever knelt,
Beneath the masters frown and thong,
But In his wounded soul has felt
My burning hate of rule and wrong.
No man has ever struck for right,
But struck for justice and for me;
No dark soul ever prayed for light,
And love, and truth, but worshipped me.
and my worshippers are one,
In life live in them to fight;
In death they live in me alone,
Still waring for eternal right.
1 am not dead, nor yet asleep,
Nor tardy, tho my steps seem slow;
Nor feeble with the Centuries sweep;
Nor cold, tho chill the north winds blow {.
Pm all alive and wide awake, .
But now, no more in France alone.
My voice to-day makes all men quake,
Who fill, support, or guard throne.
My legions muster in all lands,
From field from factory, and from mine;
The builders of the world join hands,
Across the Continents and brine.
On every sea my pennon flies;
On every hight my flags unfurled;
my suns on all horizons rise;
My arms engirdle all the world.
Bu4 I M ust rally gath'ring hosts
In e1ery.1and beneath the sun,
And 1 mast survey rock bound coasts,
For hidden shoals my ships would shun.
And must teach the fool to think
| And train thefeeble hands to fight;
And weld the nations link by link,
In chains Of Adamantine might,
| And when this unison is wrought,
| So all the slaves may strike as one;
Then shall the final field be fought,
The universal victory wen.
But not with forts or barricades.
- Phalanx, and charge and solid square ~
Nor gattling guns, Damascus blades,
Or tools or tactics they call fair"
I'll meet them in their homes at night
By day in mart and bourse and hall;
My trusty weapon-Dynamite-
| MY tactics, death to tyrants all
No beat Of drum or bugle note ""
Shall speak my coming to the fray,
| And not q flag shall fiaunt or float
Above my secret camp that day
I've felt the tigers hungry pangs;
His patience and his stealth I know; =
1 have his sinews and his fangs, :.
To seize and rend my ancient foe, ~
I've learned from many direful yield,
No more an open war to wage,
Or braggart like to scour the field,
And overt cast the battle gauge.
They call me coward that smite;
Murderers, robbers in the back: .,.,r
And that wait propitious night, .
| To trail the tyrants' blood stained track,
But know good masters, I but mete
The measure that you gave to mine:
And by the Scales you weighed our wheat,
j rIH heft those husks and tares of thine. Is
An hungered we have asked for bread,
Begged of our own from heartless thief.
f"Go forth, eat grass you taunting said,
And we left your presence without relief,
To flavor our crust we asked for meat
lTCAnd 30 escape our thrifty slaughter; ''
But your lecherous priest from his altar Sc
Outspoke the gospel of"bread and water. :
IAN the good that your lives have known,
4 ri We gave without stint or cayflsav aft5 q
our lives we laid on the steps Of your thron
Yours were our sweat, our tears, and trava
For which you rendered death and hate !.
And toll and bonds and prison bars, -..
The gallies and Siberian fate, T., j..
hWfth calloused hands, bent backs, and seal