By the sweat of others' foreheads Living only to rejoice,
While the poor man's outraged freedom Vainly lifteth up its voice.
Truth and justice are eternal, Born with loveliness and light; Sunset's wrongs shall never prosper While there is a sunny right; God, whose world-wide voice is singing Boundless love to you and me,
Sinks oppression with its titles, As the pebbles in the sea.
PROGRESS, Liberty's proud teacher; Progress, Labor's sure reward; Of a purer faith the preacher, Sanctioned by the world's accord; Crowned with attributes eternal, Bounteous his liberal hand, Making Flora's gardens vernal,— Spreading harvests o'er the land. In his eye the glance of Mars,
In his arm the strength of Jove, Every mighty footstep jars
Kingly throne and priestly grove. Gathering in his earnest train Emblems of the sea and main, Rushing steam and snowy sail, Plow and harrow, scythe and flail, Anvil and the glowing forge, Rocker in the golden gorge, Implements of Factory roomSpinning-jenny, shuttle, loom,
Quarrier's chisel, crow, and sledge,
Blasting drill and wrenching wedge:
KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY.
From the ocean, from the valley, Gathering up the trades of men, Calling Labor's sons to rally To its fit pursuit again. Calling on the muscles brawny Made to labor and to dare-
On the arms, embrowned and tawny, On those delicate and fair. Calling all who feel the burden Of the proud oppressor's rod- Calling all to win the guerdon Promised Industry, from God: Freedom for the soul aspiring,
Free limbs to the toiling train, Free-will to the mind untiring,
Free thoughts to the thinking brain. Burdened with the long oppression Dominant in every zone,
Here shall Freedom be Progression, And its empire all our own. Light the torch and raise the altar For the toiling, teeming train: Where the weary hearts that falter. Worshiping, grow strong again. Higher build each towering story, Till it challenges the world; O'er it be the "Stars" of glory,
And the conquering "Stripes," unfurled;
Till afar the gorgeous banner
Calls a jubilee to birth,
And creation's free Hosanna
Floats like light around the earth.
KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY
Two brown heads with tossing curls, Red lips shutting over pearls,
Bare feet white, and wet with dew,
Two eyes black and two eyes blue,
Little girl and boy were they, Katie Lee and Willie Grey.
They were standing where a brook, Bending like a shepherd's crook, Flashed its silver, and thick ranks Of green willow fringed the banks; Half in thought and half in play, Katie Lee and Willie Grey.
They had cheeks like cherries red; He was taller-'most a head;
She, with arms like wreaths of snow, Swung a basket to and fro
As she loitered, half in play, Chattering to Willie Grey.
"Will you trust me, Katie dear,- Walk beside me without fear? May I carry, if I will,
All your burdens up the hill?” And she answered, with a laugh, "No, but you may carry half."
Close beside the little brook, Bending like a shepherd's crook, Washing with its silver hands Late and early at the sands, Is a cottage where to-day. Katie lives with Willie Grey.
In a porch she sits, and lo! Swings a basket to and fro- Vastly different from the one That she swung in years agone; This is long and deep and wide, And has-rockers at the side!
THE OLD STORY.-AGNES HOWARD,
COME, sit by me, Katy, and tell me
Of what he was talking last night,
When you stood at the gate till the moonbeams Had quenched all the stars with their light?
You came back with cheeks glowing crimson, And eyelashes glittering with tears,
And a smile, which, half sad, half triumphant, Still over your sweet mouth appears.
Did he talk of the beauty of summer? Or praise the wild rose's perfume?
Or speak of our arbors so rustic,
Where woodbine and jasmin bloom?
"He told you a story?" Oh! Did he? Well, Katy dear, tell it to me.
"You've almost forgot it?" Already! How very much flattered he'd be!
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