. . . One rises now and speaks: "The Cause is one - Labour o'er all the earth! Shan't we, then, share With these, whose very flesh and blood's our own, All that we can of what we have and are? ...
"If you only knew How gladly I've given it All these years - The light of mine eyes, The heat of my lips, Mine agonies, My yearning tears, My blood that drips, My brain that sears:...
What? do you say that we, the toilers - the slaves - (Why strain at the gnat name Who swallow the camel thing your pocket craves?) - That we are "just the same," ...