A little time to love, to live,
A little time to think and know.
I see where from the slums may rise
Some unexpected dreadful dawn—
The gleam of steeled and scowling eyes,
A flash of women’s faces wan!
To a Bourgeois Litterateur
(Who referred to a group of agitators as “Professional Hoboes”)
By Max Eastman
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