WORKERS OF THEWORLD(By Laura Payne Emerson.)I stood by a city prison,In the twilight’s deepening gloom. Where men and women languishedIn a loathsome, living tomb.voicesSeemed 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,WorkersTyrants’ shackles hold them fast. In the bastiles of the nations,They are bludgeoned, mugged While upon their aching bodiesPrints of whips and clubs are carved.Yet with spirit still unbrokenAnd with- hope for future yearsThey are calling to their fellows:“Come, arise! and dry your tears.Wake, ye toilers, get in action,Break your bonds, exert your mightYou can make this hell a heaven, Workers of the World, unite!”Workers*Vanguard of the coming day,When labor’s hosts will cease their cringingAnd 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.tu® curtDuru'fi ctbtvvAThe folioof the ApiParts are o“There iiwhich, if i RevolutionThe coal sit. Theopart. The still anothetry can be iThe strikeduration ationary moonly a cor t ion—theIwill ignore ferent fornavowed ‘ pu shorter hoimproveme but to wre;turn over * men of tha of the worcate coerciagreement.1 Socialism ais a sort ois to captuisupplant tl*Federationin a fiercefpers are whether toThisneiCongressm and Samuederives frodicalism.labeled Inlt;ganization of the Wowestern st; the first tir