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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,
Kingly throne and priestly grove.
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.
Made to labor and to dare-
On those delicate and fair.
Of the proud oppressor's rodCalling 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.
Dominant in every zone,
And its empire all our own.
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," unfurler; 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,
THE OLD STORY.
“Will you trust me, Katie dear,-
THE OLD STORY.-AGNES HOWARD,
Come, sit by me, Katy, and tell me
Of what he was talking last night,
Had quenched all the stars with their light?
And eyelashes glittering with tears,
Still over your sweet mouth appears.
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!