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قراءة كتاب The Tongues of Toil And Other Poems
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THE TONGUES OF TOIL
AND OTHER POEMS
BY
WILLIAM FRANCIS BARNARD
JUSTICE PUBLISHING COMPANY
PITTSBURGH, PA.
The Tongues of Toil
The Hangman
The Children of the Looms
The Hymn of Labor
To the Masters
To the Enemies of Free Speech
Magdalene Passes
The Red Flag
The Agitator
The Tongues of Toil
| Do you hear the call from a hundred lands. Lords of a dying name? We are the men of sinewed hands Whom the earth and the seas acclaim. We are the hoards that made you lords. And gathered your gear and spoil. And we speak with a word that should be heard— Hark to the tongues of toil! The power of your hands it falls at last, The strength of your rule is o'er, Where the might of a million slaves is massed To the shouts of a million more. We rise, we rise, 'neath the western skies, And the dawns of the east afar; And our myriads swarm in the southlands warm, And under the northern star! We take no thought of the fears you feel, And the rage you hold at heart, Nor of all your strength of the gold and steel Enthroned at the gates of mart. We have no care for the deeds you dare, For the force of your armies hurled; You stand but few, and we challenge you— Strong men of all the world! We served as your fools when time was young, And long, long we forbore. Glad of the niggard boons you flung, The least of your ample store; But the gnawing pain of a starving brain Is great as the belly need— We have learned at last from a hungry |