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Show LABOR DAY 1921 THE muscles of the mighty Hercules mir rest The goda relent, on weary Atlas smile j And lift from him his burden for the while. I In raiment brilliant, somber Industry is dressed; Her booming harp rings soft its tones beguile! How bold, how mighty has this giant, Labor, grown! What crushing strength is his on this, his day! And for what joy is Labor making gay? And what his aim? And to what heights h's fancies flown? Will he, when clothed with might, his trust betray? Long years has toiling Man cried out 'gainst Greed I Downtrodden and oppressed for bitter years! Long have the masters built on slavish fears! But now, at last, the slave is strong aye, strong indeed! Yet has he learned no lesson from his tears? -ri Will Labor, Labor strong, take veng'ance, and reverts The balance of the scale? Or will he give His strength so man in brotherhood may live? Will Labor's new-found might a blessing prove or curse? Were Labor's lessons water he a sieve? Ah! Labor, muscles hardened, you may hold the scale At even balance! Will you use your might To swing it to Injustice wrong from right? This day is yours: Today decide to win or fail! Decide a darkened world or world of light! WILLIAM K. CONWAY. |