Oh, ye vile viper classes! How ye prey upon the masses! Burden your brethren, like so many stupid asses! Tax-eaters and tax-beaters, Cold voters, heelers, thugs and repeaters, (Listen, ye doubting Thomases, ye Peters), Czar Shylocks hath our millions got; You and I have dearth of dimes, God wot? Force and fraud, fakir and robber, Shovel our dollars into their hopper, For humanity, _such_ care not a copper. Arise! Arise! Ye long down-trod, Can Greed, can Wrong arrest the wrath of God? Have ye no heart, no courage left? Of reason, too, are you bereft? Combine, combine ye hosts, with awful power, _Organization will curb oppression in one brief hour_. Beware! Beware! Ye sons of pride; Watch well “the farmer with the hoe,” Watch well the tradesman at his side, They plot--they plan! a tyrant’s overthrow. Up then! Unite! All honest men unite! Amass your forces, drill, make ready for the fight. Fall in line--fill up the ranks of Truth and Right. March on! March on! In your native love of justice strong Wage relentless, rebellious war on Greed and Wrong! What, become anarchists? No, oh, no--thrice no. Could Christian wish that blood should flow? No, no; but brave like Him of Nazareth, the frail, the lowly, Him who yet waged battles great and holy; Such fearless warriors again shall clear the way. Truths bravely told turn fraud away By scorning, scathing cheats--by honest acts--by honest ballots-- Just men yet shall masters be who now are valets! _TO YE WORTHY SAILOR MAN_ Sailor-man! Sailor-man! Sail on--and sing if you can: “Sail on with a heart full of cheer, With a confidence strong and sincere. Fight out life’s daily battles without fretting or fear. Tho’ your fond hopes may fail, Never sit down with a tear to wail; Just trim your sail to meet the ever-shifting gale Of success and good-fortune; never despair. Success and good-fortune, ever await those who persistently persevere.” Sailor-man--tho’ it may seem hard to die, To pass away and leave no trace behind, No sign, no token of thy dark or bright career, No glorious name to dower posterity, Yet, oh, oh yet, he that doeth good, is honest and kind, Or he who falls fighting bravely the righteous battle is just as dear, Is just as worthy and deserving in God’s eyes As he who wins on earth immortal victories. To serve thy great Creator faithfully Should be thy constant solace and delight. Truth and principle are worth more to thee Than all the riches of earth’s treasury bright. Better a life of worthy poverty and honorable defeat, Than kingdoms won through oppression and deceit.