Others were wailing, too.
And now in broad America we hear it,—
From crowded street, from boundless hill and vale.
Hear, Dives! Have ye not some cause to fear it,—
This old-time wail?
Louder, my brother! Let us wail no longer
Like those past sufferers whose hearts did break.
We are a wiser race, a braver, stronger—
Let us not ask, but take!
So Dives shall have no distress soever,