To E. L. Zox. {89} (Melbourne.)

We thank you for a noble work well done.
There is a kindness - ('tis the truer one;
    The better part the simpler heart doth know),
The care to give the day a brighter sun

To these, the nameless crowd that drags on slow
The common toil, the common weary woe
    The world cares nought for. But your work secures
Thro' union strength and self-respect that grow.

There is a courage that unflawed endures
The sneer, the slander of earth's epicures.
    And here are grateful women's hearts to show
This kindness and this courage, both are yours!

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

To The Emperor William.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

A Visitor In The Camp. To Mary Robinson. {27}

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

Prayer.

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

In The Pit. "Chant Of The Firemen."

Francis William Lauderdale Adams, Simple Poetry

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Not for the thought that burns on keen and clear,
    Heat that the heat has turned from red to white,
    The passion of the lone remembering night
One with the patience day must see and hear -
Not for the shafts the lying foemen fear,
    Shot from the soul's intense self-centring light -
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    The veins' last drop, the brain's last flickering dole,
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To My Friend Sydney Jephcott, With A Copy Of My "Poetical Works."

"Take with all my heart, friend, this,
    The labour of my past,
Though the heart here hidden is
And the soul's eternities
    Hold the present fast.

"Take it, still, with soul and heart,
    Pledge of that dear day
When the shadows stir and start,
By the bright Sun burst apart -
    Young Australia!"

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In The Street. Lord - - .

You have done well, we say it. You are dead,
    And, of the man that with the right hand takes
Less than the left hand gives, let it be said
    He has done something for our wretched sakes.
For those to whom you gave their daily bread
    Rancid with God-loathed "charity," their drink
Putrid with man-loathed "sin," we bow our head
    Grateful, as the great hearse goes by, and think.
Yes, you have fed the flesh and starved the soul
    Of thousands of us; you have taught too well
The rich are little gods beyond control,
    Save of your big God of the heaven and hell.
We thank you. This was pretty once, and right.
Now it wears rather thin. My lord, good night!

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To The Girls Of The Unions.

Girls, we love you, and love
    Asks you to give again
That which draws it above,
    Beautiful, without stain.

Give us weariless faith
    In our Cause pure, passionate,
Dearer than life and death,
    Dear as the love that's it!

Give to the man who turns
    Traitrous hands or forlorn
Back from the plough that burns,
    Give him pitiless scorn!

Let him know that no wife
    Would bear him a fearless child
To hate and loathe the life
    Of a leprous father defiled.

Girls, we love you, and love
    Asks you to give again
That which draws it above,
    Beautiful, without stain!

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To Charles Parnell.

One thing we praise you for that is past praise -
    The dauntless eyes that faced the rain and night,
    The hand that never wearied in the fight,
Till, through the dark's despair, the dawn's delays,
It rose, that vision of forgotten days,
    Ireland, a nation in her right and might,
    As fearless of the lightning as the Light, -
Freedom, the noon-tide sun that shines and stays!
O brave, O pure, O hater of the wrong,
    (The wrong that is as one with England's name,
    Tyranny with cant of liberty, and shame
With boast of righteousness), to you belong
    Trust for the hate that blinds our foes like flame,
Love for the hope that makes our hearts so strong!

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Our Hearts For You

By the grace of God and the courage
Of the peoples far and wide,
By the toil and sweat of those who lived,
And the blood of those who died,
We have won the fight, we have saved the Right,
For the Lord was on our side.

We have come through the valley of shadows,
We have won to the light again,
We have smitten to earth the evil thing,
And our sons have proved them men.
But not alone by our might have we won,
For the Lord fought in our van.

When the night was at its darkest,
And never a light could we see,--
When earth seemed like to be enslaved
In a monstrous tyranny;--
Then the flaming sword of our Over-Lord
Struck home for liberty.

All the words in the world cannot tell you
What brims in our hearts for you;
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