To Edwin Markham

To Edwin Markham
2335

Flash the heart’s gloom aflame with Freedom’s fire
Thrill the chained frame of labor with desire
For sweet, sweet liberty

Lift downcast eyes toward the morning light,
Rouse the slave mind to daring dreams of right,
The Dawn’s reality

Sing, lost in passion for the years to be,
The sweeping song of World Democracy,
The song of liberty

Thou art the master poet of the hour
While others cringe before the tyrant, Power,
Thou standest fearlessly erect-a Man
-R W Borough