From A Verandah. (Sydney.) "Armageddon."

O city lapped in sun and Sabbath rest,
With happy face of plenteous ease possessed,
    Have you no doubts that whisper, dreams that moan
Disquietude, to stir your slumbering breast?

    Think you the sins of other climes are gone?
    The harlot's curse rings in your streets - the groan
Of out-worn men, the stabbed and plundered slaves
    Of ever-growing Greed, these are your own!

O'er you shall sweep the fiery hell that craves
For quenchment the bright blood of human waves:
    For you, if you repent not, shall atone
For Greed's dark death-holes with War's swarming graves!

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893) was an English writer, poet, dramatist, and social reformer. His literary work often reflected his radical socialist views. Adams lived a life marred by poverty and struggles with his health, eventually committing suicide at the age of 30. Despite his brief life, his contributions to literature and social thought remain significant.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Anarchism.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

Her Poem: "My Baby Girl, That Was Born And Died On The Same Day."

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

To My Friend Sydney Jephcott, With A Copy Of My "Poetical Works."

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

Elsie: A Memory.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

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Comrade, yet a little further I would go before the night
Closes round and chills in darkness all the glorious sunset light -
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Of the man who once was with us, comrade once with you and me!
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