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Ballads and Lyrics of Socialism 1883-1908 . Nesbit, E. (Edith), 1858–1924.
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  • ’Mid pine woods’ whisper and the hum of bees
  • I heard a voice that was not bee nor wood:
  • ’Here, in the city, Gold has trampled Good.
  • Come thou, do battle till this strife shall cease!’
  • I left the mill, the meadows and the trees,
  • And came to do the little best I could
  • For these, God’s poor; and, oh, my God, I would
  • I had a thousand lives to give for these!
  • What can one hand do ’gainst a world of wrong?
  • Yet, when the voice said, ‘Come!’ how could I stay?
  • The foe is mighty, and the battle long
  • (And love is sweet, and there are flowers in May),
  • And Good seems weak, and Gold is very strong;
  • But, while these fight, I dare not turn away.