Song Of The Dispossessed. "To Jesus."

"Be with us by day, by night,
    O lover, O friend;
Hold before us thy light
    Unto the end!

"See, all these children of ours
    Starved and ill-clad.
Speak to thy heart's lily-flowers,
    And make them glad!

"Our wives and daughters are here,
    Knowing wrong and shame's touch
Bid them be of good cheer
    Who have loved much.

"And we, we are robbed and oppressed,
    Even as thine were.
Tell us of comfort and rest,
    Banish despair!

"Be with us by day, by night,
    O lover, O friend;
Hold before us thy light
    Unto the end!"

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

Happy Valley." {66}

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

Belgravia By Night. "Move On!"

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

The Truth.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

Drill.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

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Advent

This Advent moon shines cold and clear,
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Evening Hymn In The Hovels.

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Father! to Thy suffering poor
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Helpless to the spoiler's heel!

Father! for Thy holy sake
We are spoiled and hunted thus;
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