THB INDUSTRIAL WORKERS OP THEWORLD.(By Laura Payne Emerson.)I stood by a city prison,In the twilight’s deepening gloom.Where men and women languished In a loathsome, living tomb.They were singing! And their voices Seemed to weave a wreath of light,As the words came clear and meaning: “Workers of the World, unite!As it was with Gallileo,And all thinkers of the past,So with these Industrial Workers,Tyrants’ shackles hold them fast.In the bastiles of the nations,They are bludgeoned, mugged and stan While upon their aching bodies Prints of whips and clubs are carved.Yet with spirit still unbroken And with- hope for future years They are calling to their fellows:“Come, arise! and dry your tears.Wake, ye toilers, get in action,Break your bonds, exert your might You can make this hell a heaven,Workers of the World, unite!iHail! ye brave Industrial Workers, Vanguard of the coming day,When labor’s hosts will cease their cringing And will dash their chains away.How the masters dread you, hate yon.Their uncompromising foe;For they see in you a menace.Threatening soon their overthrow.Hark! ye masters, lords and rulers,With the cruel iron hand;Labor built your thrones and altars,Made the wealth you now command;And' some day she’ll wrest it from' you,*Break your scaffolds, burn your jails,Sink your warships, kill your soldiers.To the music of your wails.