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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Street</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the needle-woman toils <br>Through the night with hand and brain, <br>Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain – <br>Till her eyes seem to crawl, <br>And her brain seems to creep – </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her limbs are all a-tremble for the want of rest and sleep! <br>It is there the fire-brand blazes in my blood; and it is there <br>That I see the crimson banner of the Children of Despair! <br>That I feel the soul and music in a rebel's battle song, <br>And the greatest love for justice and the hottest hate for wrong! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the foremost in his greed <br>Presses heavy on the last – <br>In the brutal spirit rising from the grave-yard of the past – <br>Where the poor are trodden down <br>And the rich are deaf and blind! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is there I feel the greatest love and pity for mankind: <br>There – where heart to heart is saying, though the tongue and lip be still: <br>We've been through it all and know it! brother, we've been through the mill! <br>There the spirits of my brothers rise the higher for defeat, <br>And the drums of revolution roll for ever in the street! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Christ is coming once again, <br>And his day is drawing near; <br>He is leading on the thousands of the army of the rear! <br>We shall know the second advent <br>By the lower skies aflame </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the signals of his coming, for he comes not as he came – <br>Not humble, meek, and lowly, as he came in days of old, <br>But with hatred, retribution for the worshippers of gold! <br>And the roll of battle music and the steady tramp of feet <br>Sound for ever in the thunder and the rattle of the street!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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