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Seite 7 - Is it war, then? Will ye perish as the dry wood in the fire? Is it peace? Then be ye of us, let your hope be our desire. Come and live ! for life awaketh, and the world shall never tire; And hope is marching on.
Seite 7 - Forth they come from grief and torment ; on they wend toward health and mirth, All the wide world is their dwelling, every corner of the earth, Buy them, sell them for thy service ! Try the bargain what 'tis worth, For the days are marching on. These are they who build thy houses, weave thy raiment, win thy wheat, Smooth the rugged, fill the barren, turn the bitter into sweet, All for thee this day — and ever. What reward for them is meet, Till the host comes marching on...
Seite 7 - O ye rich men hear and tremble! for with words the sound is rife: " Once for you and death we laboured; changed henceforward is the strife. We are men, and we shall battle for the world of men and life; And our host is marching on.
Seite 9 - Mourn not therefore, nor lament it, that the world outlives their life; Voice and vision yet they give us, making strong our hands for strife. Some had name, and fame, and honour, learn'd they were, and wise and strong; Some were nameless, poor, unlettered, weak in all but grief and wrong. Named and nameless all live in us; one and all they lead us yet Every pain to count for nothing, every sorrow to forget. Hearken how they cry, "O happy, happy ye that ye were born In the sad slow night's departing,...
Seite 18 - Over your face a web of lies is woven, Laws that are falsehoods pin you to the ground, Labour is mocked, its just reward is stolen, On its bent back sits Idleness encrowned. How long, while you sleep, Your harvest shall It reap ? Arise, O England, for the day is here...
Seite 12 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 5 - Look backward, how much has been won; Look round, how much is yet to win! The watches of the night are done; The watches of the day begin.
Seite 7 - Hark the rolling of the thunder ! Lo the sun ! and lo thereunder Riseth wrath, and hope, and wonder, And the host comes marching on.
Seite 7 - Fruits of the people's toil are buried In the strong coffers of a few; In voting for their restitution, The men will only ask their due. Toilers from shops and fields united, The party we of all who work; The earth belongs to us, the people, No room here for the shirk! How many on our flesh have fattened! But if the noisome birds of prey Shall vanish from the sky some morning, The blessed sunlight still will stay.