CHANTS Fon SOCIALIS'fS. For that which the worker winneth shall then be his indeed, Nor shall half be reaped for nothing by him that sowed no seed. 0 strange new wonderful justice! But for "'how shall we gather the gain 1 For oursP,lves 11nd for each of our fellows, and no hand shall labour in vain. ~ I Then all mime and all thine shall be oiirs, and no more shall any man crave For riches that serve for nothing but to fetter a friend for a slave. And what wealth then shall be left us when none shall gather gold . To buy his friend in the market, and pinch and pine the sold 1 Nay, what save the lovely city, and the little house on the hill, And the wastes and the woodland beauty, and the happy fields we till. And the homes of ancient stories, the tombs of the ruighty dead; And the wise men seeking out marvels, and the poets teeming head; And the painter's h_andof wonder; and the marvellous fiddle-bow, And the banded choirs of music :-all those that do and know. For all these shall be ours and all men's, nor shall any lack a share Of the toil and the gain of living in the days when the world grows fair. Ah ! such are the days that shall be! But what a.re the deeds of to-day, In the days of the years we dwell in, that wear our lives away 1 Why, then, and for what a~e we waiting1 There are three words to speak _ WE WILL IT, and what is the foeman but the dream-strong wak: ened and weak 1 Bib ioteca Gino Bianco
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