The Wilmington daily Republican., 1901-07-01
AN APPEAL FOR HUMANITY.

The sea. the valley and plain;
He bid them yield forth their suhstance-
TO assist them. Hs sent sun and rsln'
To all men He said: This / give you
As gift from my own mighty hand;
To gain wealth you will all have to labor
Labor on sea and on land.
The Lord of Earth and Of Heaven.
He knew tho true state Of afialrs.
Tho child held In arms could not labor;
The strong and kind must earn its share
F "Twere . pleasure to work for the weak
ones
The strong. in their might, they will
tell.
''Then each will have wealth sufficient
TO main, ain lie. and more, It's well"
Some men thoy were not contented
With enough OF this worlds goodly
store;
They then became greedy and" grnsplng.
As ,hcy reached out for more and more,
Tho first to sucouDlb IN the struggle
Is the dear little infant child; ~
To rapacieus man 1t Is sacrificed
Lost forever In the onward whlrl.
'Tis a wrong that began in the old time;
Ills blight that ID now black as night
, To rob men OF the fruits OF their labor
Is a cause that must be made right,
Virtue now il an object Of barter,
Carried on by the Maddoning wh'rl-
Gods vsnzeauos will ovUrtaks someone
For the loss Of tho poor orphan girl.
lis an orphan child that 1 would plead
for,
Who 10 struggling on life's ocean wave,
AS he tolls for hi, bread In the factory
As he tolls on his way 10 tho grave.
There, the brain Of tho cunning doth
When the story OF life is all told
Hnvu tbo .far o ia
For the sweat Of the orphan boy's-gold.
His father took no thought Of your kind.
ness,
Though you gave him his daily bread.
He worked toe hard. In his blindness;
Alas for you, he Ia dead!
No more wealth will he mako for you. sir;
While you smile in your fiendish JOY.
He has gone to Join his wife, sir;
Tho mother OF tho poor orphan boy.
You can give him then his wages;
Twill fiji his heart with Joy,
You can give him work In the sweat shop
Tho poor little orphan boy,
To create wealth of gold. sir,
For those who will care for 1t best.
II tho orphan boy dies on the morrow,
Surely, his soul will be best!
You pile up yours manifold millions !
BY the toll OF the struggling mass: |
10 have your banquets and cotilliOns
Many thousands must struggle, ,-aiasl
They vote for you at tho elections.
Forgetting their own childrens Joy.
While you sit and clip off your cou-
That were earned by the poor orphan
boy.
You meet and tell us how you struggled
10 attain the high place you have gain.
cd,
But never word would you say. sir,
OF the millions, while struggling were
slain,
If were to meet with "Old Satan"
lie would toll mo tale-just as true;
He weuld slap me on both Of my shoul.
ders
by his tall-Td know him, not you.
They tell us Of bright wealthy angels,
Who attend to the wounded In war.
With the gold that was wrung from the
orphan
Al he cried: "Ineed bread; give me
no-e!'
! A mask may hide all our faults hero, sir,
Yet methinks can here II voice say;
"You will stand in your own earthly
| weakness,
On that terrible Judgment day.
/ will say there are some among you
| Whom charity some timo allures
| 'Jis not good to give back one dollar
Just admit that the wealtns not all
| yours,
On the oornors get up, tell the pnople
How tho gains in your hands concen
trate,
The orphan boy then, by your honest. '
| may
Walk in through libsrty's gate.
Then each will be free in his movements; !;
One will not wish the other harm.
All men will bs then as the angels.
Fear Of poverty. will not then alarm.
So keep what you have, but cease taking
The God given right of all men,
Let each retain the full fruits Of his labor
We may SOC tina millioniOum then.