Of just the toiling masses;
To be remembered with their love
Your boasted art surpasses.
And this be mine, whate’er the fault
Of manner, not of matter,
Along the rocky ways of life
Some living truths to scatter.
Birch Arnold.
A NEW ARISTOCRACY.
Of just the toiling masses;
To be remembered with their love
Your boasted art surpasses.
And this be mine, whate’er the fault
Of manner, not of matter,
Along the rocky ways of life
Some living truths to scatter.
Birch Arnold.
A NEW ARISTOCRACY.