National Republican., 1886-08-18
THEFARMER AND TuELABoRER
TO QUEEN VICTORIA.
BY jonN rorE noDNErr.

BY JOHN ENff hODNEIIs
Poem dedicated to the Right Hon. william
Ewart Gladstone, late prime minister of Eng
land ard the unCOmprOm sing defender OF tne
rights Of farmers and workiugmen OF England,
Ireland, and Scotland, and the greatest Eng
lish speaking man ofthe Nineteenth century,
Hail great Empress Of a favored race,
Whote age runs to the sun aud moon;
Hast thou thy Queenly harvest reapcd
=. On England's golden ffeighted uoon2
Hast thou thy sceptre royalty waved,
Ger Dukedom and Earldom aud slave,
Have they one aud all bowed under thee,
Like the strand TO the billow's wave2
Has great Glodstoncs fall thy throne embalmod
IN tue poor peoples growing cause,
And was be not the mighty prop of all
Which saved from iamlshing jaws
Tho highly-fed, pampered. lazy Lords,
VINO luxuriate on hard toll,
And watch the poor laborcr plow and SOW
The seed OF life on Irelnuds soil2
Yes; Gladstone has saved from brawny hands
Tint plOwed, narrowed, sOwed,
But who have never gained the product
of the crop which they had moved.
The landlord came when oil the work was
Just as the harvest sun went down:
And he swept from the farmer and his son
That golden haryests fruitful crown
Gladstone's powerfll, luminous name alone
And his word to the laborer
Has stood against million armed men,
Who thought on him as their saviour,
For " they had got no promise from him
OF the reform for manhood's right,
They would rise on the hill and sloping glen
To there assert the workman's might.
Then honor Gladstone, powerful Queen of
High above all your noblost men,
For he is the wisest, greatest statesman
Who can yield to the plow and pen.
When men are stopped on Freedoms highway
By your bayonets and by power,
Tl,ntsf VIs al fhrnt. t.Vh
To freedoms lofilest tower.
Then, Queen of England, turn your stately
To the poor tillers Of the soil;
| II is there you will find Gods noblest work.
The men who plow, harrow, and toll.
| The conquering soldiers of your army,
Sovereign monarchs OF the sea,
| To their valor you owe the crown you wear,
They for home and bread look to thee.
Then hail mighty viotoriai Gracious Que en
| Before your sinking sun goes down
| Grant TO the poor farmer In the country
And to the workman In the town
| What God originally designed,
| When in this mighty worlds great youth
| He gave to them the fishes IN the sea,
| And made them lord o'cr fowl ana brute.
They only ask home enough to live
| OH shnmel They do not get IL now,
High.bOrn injustice iattens on their wrongs
| And reap the product of their plow.
| They carry your flag on the Hindoo plains;
They planted II on Quebecs walls;
| They should all be priced and honored
In England's stately mansion halls.
Hail VictorIa2 Englands greatest OF Queensl
Regal Empress OF Hindostan,
Sovereign mother Of young giant empires,
Stand still firmly in reforms van.
Grant to the farmer and the laborer
The yearly product of their brow,
And your English empire will stand for ages,
when it's supported by the plow.
Psf the worklngmen of England. Iro-
land and Scotland once unite for any reason
able concession from parliament there Is nc
power, either human or divine, which eau
Withstand them. The workingmen of England
and Scotland do not understand the wants and
political requirements of the workingmen o
Ireland. When they do understand each other
and stand on common platform as one man
they will become invinclble and victorious