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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