But love of Freedom for her own fair self,—
How much of it moves Poverty or Pelf?
Eight hours in the dark coal-seam, good friend Labour,
Humanity admits more than enough.
But fix it so, whilst neighbour wars' with neighbour,
And mine with mine about it? Task too tough,
Too desperate dilemma, for a Statesman,
Why you can't settle it with your own mates, man!
Capital, does your passion for Toil's Freedom
Mean much more than desire to smash Toil's Union?