8 CJIA)(TS FOR SOCIALISTS. ALL FOR THE CAUSE --o-- HEAR a word, a word in season, for the day is drawing nigh, When the Cause shall calf upon us, some to Jive, and some to die I He that dies shall not die lonely, many an one bath gone before, He that lives shall bear no burden heavier than the life they bore. Nothing ancient is their story, e'e!l but yesterday they bled, Youngest they of earth's beloved, last of all the valiant dead. E'en the tidings we are telling was the tale they had to tell, E'en the hope that our hearts cherish, was the hope for which they fell. In the grave where tyrants thrust them, lies their labour and their pain, But undying from their sorrow springeth up the hope again. Mourn not therefore, nor lament it tlrnt the world outlives their life; Voice and vision yet they give us, making strong our hands for strife. Some had name, and fame, and honour, learned they were, and wise, and strong; Some were nameless, poor, unlettered, weak in all but grief and wrong. Named and nameless all live in us; one and all they lead us yet, Every pain to count for nothing, every sorrow to forget. ' ~,,1oteca Gino Bianco
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