(A HYMN OF HONEST LABOUR.)

_After the Proclamation of the Anarchist Manifestoes, (With Apologies
to the Author of the magnificent "Hymn to Proserpine.")_

["For the third time the International mobilises its
battalions.... Already the mere mention of the magical word
'May-Day' throws the _bourgeoisie_ into a state of nervous
trembling, and its cowardice only finds refuge in cynicism and
ferocity. But whether the wretch (the _bourgeoisie_) likes
it or not, the end draws nigh. Capitalist robbery is going
to perish in mud and shame.... The conscious proletariat
organises itself, and marches towards its emancipation.
You can have it all your own way presently; proletarians
of the whole world, serfs of the factory, the men of the
workshop, the office, and the shop, who are mercilessly
exploited and pitilessly assassinated.... For, lo! '93
reappears on the horizon.... 'Vive l'Internationale
des Travailleurs!'"--_Manifesto of the May-Day Labour
Demonstration Executive Committee_.]

Have we lived long enough to have seen one thing, that hate hath
no end?
Goddess, and maiden, and queen, must we hail _you_ as Labour's
true friend?--
Will you give us a prosperous morrow, and comfort the millions who
weep?
Will you give them joy for their sorrow, sweet labour, and
satisfied sleep?
Sweet is the fragrance of flowers, and soft are the wings of the