THE VOICE OF TOIL. I heard men sa.ying, Lea.ve tea.r~ a.nd pra.ying, The sharp knife heedeth not the sheep ; Are we not stronger than the rich and the wronger, When day breaks over dreams and sleep1 Come, shoulder to shoulder ere the world grows older ! Help lies in uought bu~ thee and me ; Hope is before us, the long years that bore us, Bore leaders more than men may be. Let dead hearts tarry and trade a.nd marry, And trembling nurse their dreams of mirth, While we the living our Jives are giving To bring the bright new world to birth. Come, shoulder to shoulder ere ea.rth grows older ! The Cause spreads over land and sea ; Now the world sha.keth, and fear a.wa.ketb, And joy at la.st for thee a.nclme. Bib 1oteca Gino Bianco 7
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