OLD OPINIONS. Those to live upon the fatness, These the starvlings, lank and wan. Old opinions! rags and tatters! Get you gone! get you gone! Once we thought that Kings were holy, That the Church was Lord of Conscience, No one could reject and live; With eternal malison. Old opinions! rags and tatters! Once we thought that holy Freedom Haughty, blood-stain'd Amazon. 211 Once we thought it right to foster Once we thought that Education Old opinions, rags and tatters; Ye are worn ;-ah, quite threadbare ! We must cast you off for ever; We are wiser than we were: Never fitting, always cramping, Letting in the wind and sleet, OLD OPINIONS. Chilling us with rheums and agues, Old opinions! rags and tatters! 213 DAILY WORK. 1846. WHO lags for dread of daily work, A soulless slave a paltry knave - No! Let us work! We only ask No feud with rank—with mill or bank No envy of a lord's estate. If we can earn sufficient store To satisfy our daily need; And can retain, for age and pain, A fraction, we are rich indeed. No dread of toil have we or ours; We know our worth, and weigh our powers; DAILY WORK. The more we work the more we win: Who, working, thinks-and never sinks Who only asks for humblest wealth, Who toils as every man should toil For fair reward, erect and free: These are the men- the best of men These are the men we mean to be! 215 |