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TO THE CONTINENTAL SOCIALISTS
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Where, upright ’mid the spheres,
Great Man, of Man the friend,
Shall rise and make an end
Of idle hopes and fears;
Where, truth and duty plainer,
Man shall be freer, saner,
And, of himself sustainer,
Shall wipe away all tears.
We who have but begun,
We who as yet are few,
Send out our hearts to you
Whose cause and ours is one,
Who long have dauntless prest
Onward toward the quest.
O Brothers, noblest, best
Of all beneath the sun.
