Does it make you rage when you come to learn
Of a clean souled woman who could not earn
Enough to live, and who fought, but fell
In the cruel struggle and went to hell?
Does it make you seethe with an anger hot?
Brother, we welcome you-come share our lot!
Whoever has blood that will flood his face
At the sight of Beast in the holy place
Whoever has rage for the tyrant's might,
For the powers that prey in the day and night,
Whoever has hate for the ravening Brute
That strips the tree of its goodly fruit;
Whoever knows wrath at the sight of pain,
Of needless sorrow and heedless gain;
Whoever knows bitterness, shame and gall
At thought of the trampled ones doomed to fall;
He is a brother-in soul we know
With brain afire and with soul aglow;
By the sight of his eyes we sense our kin-
Brother, you battle with us-fall in!"