THE DAY 18 COMING. 5 0 why and for what are we waiting 1 while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by. How long shall they reproach us where crowd on crowd they dwell, Poor ghosts of the wicked city, the gold-crushed hungry hell t Through squalid life t}:ieylaboured, in sordid grief they died, Those sons of a mighty mother, those props of England's pride. They are gone; there is none can undo it, nor save our souls from the curse; But many a million cometh, and shall "they be better or worse 1 It is we must answer and hasten, and open wide the door For the rich man's hurrying terror, and the slow-foot hope of th1> poQr. Yea, the voiceless wrath of the wretched, and their unlearned discontent, We must give it voice and wisdom till the waiting-tide be spent. Come, then, since all things call us, the living and the dead .And o'er the weltering tangle a glimmering light is shed. Come, then,llet us cast offlooling, and put by ease and rest For the CA.US.I alone is worthy till the good days bring the best Come, join in the only battle wherein no man can fail, Where whoso fadeth and dieth, yet his deed shall stil~ prevail. Ah! come, cast off all fooling, for this, at.least we know:· That the Dawn aud the Day is coming, and forth the Banners go. Bib 1oteca Gino Bianco
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