e marked its rocks
and chokin' sands with their bleedin' feet, as they toiled on over 'em
bearin' their crosses.

Dark clouds hang heavy over their paths--the atmosphere is chokin' and
stiflin'.

Fur off, fresh and fair, lays the New Land of our ideal. The realm of
peace, and justice to all, of temperance, and sanity, and love and joy.

Fur off, fur off, we hear the melodious swash of its waves on its green
banks--we see fur off the gleam of its white, glory-lit mountain-tops.

Men have gin their strength and their lives for this ideal, this vision
of glory and freedom.

Wimmen have took their jewels from their bosom, and gin 'em to this
cause of Human Right. Gin 'em with breakin' hearts, and white lips that
tried to smile, as the last kiss of lover and son, husband and brother,
rested on 'em.

Yes, men and wimmen both have seen that Ideal Land, that New Land of
Liberty and Love. They have apprehended it with finer senses than
comprehension--have seen it with the clearer light of the soul's eyes.

Some green boughs from its high palms have been washed out on the
swellin' waves that lay between us and that Land, and floated to our
feet. Sometimes, when the air wuz very still and hushed, and a Presence
seemed broodin' on the rapt listnin' earth, we have looked fur, fur up
into the clear depths of blue above us, and we have ketched the distant
glimpse of birds of strange plumage onknown to this Old World. Fur off,
fur off their silvery wings have floated, a-comin' from the West, from
the land that lays beyend the sunset's golden glory.

Some of the light of that New Country has shone on us in inspired eyes,
some of its strange language has been hearn by us from inspired lips.

But oh! the wide, pathless sea that lays between us and that land of
full Fruition and Glory and Freedom.

Shall we set down on the shores of our Old World, and give up the hope
and glory of the New? Shall we listen to the jeers and sneers of them
that tell us that there hain't any such country as that we look
for--that it is impossible, that it is aginst all the laws of
Nater--that it don't exist, and never can, only in our crazed brains?

No, we will man the boat, though the waves dash high, and the skies are
dark--we will man and woman the life-boat--side by side will the two
great forces stand, the Motherhood and the Fatherhood, Love and Justice,
the hope and strength of Humanity shall stand at the hellum. The wind is
a-comin' up; it