Social Commentaries
Cries of 'Forty-Eight
From My Lyrical Life, Second Series (1889)
Let my Songs be cited
As breakers of the peace,
Till the Wrongs are righted;
The man-made miseries cease:
Till Earth's Disinherited
Beg no more to earn their bread;
Till the consuming darts of burning Day
Shall fire the midnight Foxes; scare away
From Labour's fruits the parasites of prey.
Let them die when all is done,
Now Victoriously begun!
Our Visions have not come to nought,
Who saw by Lightning in the night;
The deeds we Dreamed are being Wrought
By those who Work in clearer light;
In other ways our fight is fought,
And other forms fulfil our Thought
Made visible to all men's sight.
Codex Note
From the section "Cries of 'Forty-Eight" of My Lyrical Life, Second Series (1889).
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