Songs of the Army of the Night

"O we who sow, reap, knead, shall we not also Have strength and pleasure of the food we make? O we who hew, build, deck, shall we not also The happiness that we have given partake? Hallelujah!"

IN THE STREET. LORD ----.

You have done well, we say it. You are dead, And, of the man that with the right hand takes Less than the left hand gives, let it be said He has done something for our wretched sakes. For those to whom you gave their daily bread Rancid with God-loathed "charity," their drink Putrid with man-loathed "sin," we bow our head Grateful, as the great hearse goes by, and think. Yes, you have fed the flesh and starved the soul Of thousands of us; you have taught too well The rich are little gods beyond control, Save of your big God of the heaven and hell. We thank you. This was pretty once, and right. Now it wears rather thin. My lord, good night!

"LIBERTY!"

"Liberty!" Is that the cry, then? We have