Where Daisy sleeps;
The evening shadow softly creeps
Where Daisy sleeps.
Our hearts beat true
Where Daisy sleeps;
And Love its watch forever keeps
Where Daisy sleeps.
How I Became a Socialist
New York Comrade, April, 1902
As I have some doubt about the readers of “The Comrade” having any curiosity as to “how I became a Socialist” it may be in order to say that the subject is the editor’s, not my own; and that what is here offered is at his bidding—my only concern being that he shall not have cause to wish that I had remained what I was instead of becoming a Socialist.