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und. One answers you. "You ask who gathers here? Companions! Generals we have none, nor chief. What need is there? The plan is all so clear-- The future's hope, the present's grim relief! "Food for us all, and clothes, and roofs come first. The means to gain them? This, our leaguered band! The hatred of the robber rich accursed Keeps foes together, makes fools understand. "Beyond the present's faith, the future's hope Points to the dawning hour when all shall be But one. The man condemned shall fit the rope Around the hangman's neck, and both be free! "The sun then rises on a happier land Where Wealth and Labour sound but as one word. We drill, we train, we arm our leaguered band. What is there more to tell you have not heard?" This is a leader's tent. They gather here, Resolute, stern, menacing. On the ground They sit or stand, enter or disappear, Dark faces and deep voices all around. "AXIOM." Let him who toils, enjoy Fruit of his toiling. Let him whom sweats annoy, No more be spoiling. For we would have it be That, weak or stronger, Not he who works, but he Who works _not_, hunger! DRILL. When day's hard task's done, Eve's scant meal partaken, Out we steal each one, Weariless, unshaken. In small reeking squares, Garbaged plots, we gather, Little knots and pairs, Brother, sister, father. Then the word is given. In their silent places Under lowering heaven, Range our stern-set faces. Now we march and wheel In our clumsy line, Shouldering sticks for steel, Thoughts like bitter brine! Drill, drill, drill, and drill! It is only thus Conquer yet we will Those who've conquered us. Patience, sisters, mothers! We must not forget Dear dead fathers, brothers; They must teach us yet. In that hour we see, The hour of our desire, What shall their slayers be? _As the stubble to the fire_! EVENING HYMN IN THE HOVELS. "We sow the fertile seed and then we reap it; We thresh the golden grain; we knead the bread. Others that eat are glad. In store they keep it, While we hunger outside with hearts like lead. _Hallelujah_! "We hew the stone and saw it, rear the city. Othe
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