And now with a dread in our hearts we stand and gaze at the work of
the years--
We have builded a temple with pillars white, ye have stained it with
blood and tears!
For our little ones with their teeming hopes ye have roofed the
sweatshop den,
And our daughters fair ye have prisoned in the reeking brothel's pen!
And so for the sign of our murdered hopes our blood-red banner see--
We come in the right of our new-born might to set the people free!
Tremble, oh masters--tremble all who live by others' toil--
We come your dungeon walls to raze, your citadel to spoil!
Yours is the power of club and jail, yours is the axe and fire--
But ours is the hope of human hearts and the strength of the soul's
desire!
Ours is the blazing banner, sweeping the sky along!
Ours the host, the marching host--hark to our battle song!
Chanting of brotherhood, chanting of freedom, dreaming the world to
be--
We come in the right of our new-born might to set the people free!
CHAPTER XXXI
While the other members of the local scattered to distribute the
circulars, Everley and Friedrich escorted Samuel home, and saw him
safely in, and the door locked. They had supplied him with some
Socialist papers and pamphlets, and he spent most of the next day
devouring these. They spread a picture of the whole wonderful movement
before him; they explained to him all the mechanism of the cruel
system, in the cogs of which he had been caught.
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