Its name is Labor, and the world must hear—
Must hear and answer its dread Question—yea,
Or perish as the tribes of yesterday.
Thunder and Earthquake crouch beyond the gate;
But fear not: man is greater than his fate.
For one will come with Answer—with a word
Wherein the whole world’s gladness shall be heard;
One who will feel the grief in every breast,
The heart-cry of humanity for rest.
So we await the Leader to appear,