This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 Excerpt: ...behold Thy Son Break Life's own bread to every hungry one; At every feast may Christ in human form Bring cheer and blessing and Thy bounty warm! V. God of the Right! from feasting send us all To do Thy will where famish men who fall!--To close the doors of robber dens that wait For plunder in the name of Law and State; And bring Thanksgiving through the world again By each, to each, in Love Divine! Amen! Listen to me, all ye men of the nation! Hear me!--and fear me!--and heed my commands! Mine is your manhood, whatever your station; Mine all your hopes, and your houses and lands! King am I, now, on the throne I have builded, Ruling, in pride, a republic of slaves; Dead are their dreams, while they worship the gilded Crown that I wear, kneeling over their graves! Put far away all the past and its glory; Days when they battled for Man are a lie! Mine be the future, with fortunes all gory; Mine be the gains of the millions who die! Poverty?--let the fools find it and perish! Want?--let them sink in its ruin and slime! Wealth?--it is all in my greed I can cherish; Hunger?--behold it, and count it a crime! Labor must starve to make fuller my coffers; Life must its comforts concede to my gain; All that my sway to the laborer offers, There where he delves, is but sorrow and pain. Down in the mines let him dig till he dies there; Out on the farms let him sow what I reap; Why should I care for the Hunger that cries there, Naked, and worn, for the Gold that I keep? Mine are the fruits of the hands that are heavy, Weary, and hard, from their decades of toil; Mine is the might and the right to make levy, Eager and swift, on the fruits of the soil; Monarch am I of the times and the seasons; Ruler am I of the goods they may yield; Tribute and treasure for me are the reas...

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