Show The he Hymn of the th e Republic lie lieBy lieI I 1 B By Ella Wheeler Wilcox or orI orI I 4 I have havo listened to the sl sighing hIng of tho the burdened and tho the bound 44 4 4 I have havo heard It change to crying with a 0 menace In the sound 44 4 4 I havo have seen the money getters pass unheeding on the way 4 As they went to forge orm new v fetters for tor the tho people day by day 44 4 4 Thon the tho voice of ot Labor thundered forth Its purpose and Its need 4 And I marveled an and 1 I wondered at the cold dull car ear of oC greed f 4 For as chimes In some great steeple tell tho the passing of tho the hour 4 So tho the voices of or the the- people tell the death of ot purchased power 4 All the gathered dust of ot ages God i in is brushing from Ills His book book- 44 4 4 He Ho is opening up its pages and He bids His children look 44 4 4 And In shock and conflagration and In pestilence and strife strite f 4 Ho He is 18 speaking to tho the nations of 01 tho the brevity bre of ot life lite 4 f 4 Mother Earth herself Is shaken by our sorrows and our crimes crimes' 44 4 4 An And she bids her sons awaken to tho portent of the tho times 4 4 With her travail all pains upon her she sho is hurling from their place 4 All tho minions of oC dishonor to admit the Coming Race flace t 4 By lly the tho voice of 01 Justice bidden she has torn the mask from might 4 44 4 All the shameful secrets hidden she Is dragging Into light 4 And whoever wrongs his nel neighbor must be brought to Judgment 44 4 t 4 now 4 4 Though ho he wear the badge of ot Labor or a crown upon his brow 44 4 4 Thoro There Is growth in Revolution If It the word Is understood 44 4 4 It Is one with Evolution E up from self to brotherhood 4 4 Ho He who utters It unheeding bent on self or selfish gain 44 4 4 His own day of ot doom Is speeding though he ho toll toil or though he lie reign 4 44 44 4 4 Go God Is calling to tho the masses to tho peasant and tho the peer 44 4 4 He Is calling to all nIl classes that the crucial hour Is 18 near 44 4 4 For each rotting throne must tremble tromble and fall tall broken In tho dust 44 4 4 With tho the leaders who dissemble and betray the peoples people's trust 44 4 4 Still the voice of oC God is calling and above the tho wreck I see 44 4 4 And beyond the gloom appalling tho the great to Government 44 4 4 From tho the ruins It has risen and m my soul Is overjoyed ed 4 For tho the school supplants the prison on and thero there are aro no unemployed cd 4 1 4 4 4 And there are aro no childrens children's faces face s at the spindle or tho the loom 4 They are arc out In sunny places where the other sweet things bloom blooms s 4 God has purified the alleys alleys He He has set sel the white slaves free tree 44 4 4 And the tho the hills hUls und and valleys vallo's this they own In to Government f t tT tt 4 T 4 t O t M t M t t M t t M t t t M t t M t M M t t f M t t f M t MO t tO O 0 t M t t M t M t t M t t M t t t M t t t M t M t t M M t t t O 0 |