THE UNREST.
Like tho rumbling sound of thunder, Like the surging billows deep, Mountain high troubled waters Over every barrier leap. Tho rolling waves of discontent Are swelling high on every hand, An 1 like the thunder's distant roar The Diazes shout from land to land. Comrades, keep the goal in view, Nor from your purpose turn aside, Till freedom reach from pole to pole, And every gate is opened wide. We. create the. wealth of nations, We the wealth of nations are; Then, why should galling chains oppose And why in us God's image mar? Now. the glorious dawn is breaking, Lift tho social flag on high; Comrades, rally round the standard, For the victory is nigh.
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Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 67, 21 June 1912, Page 2
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118THE UNREST. Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 67, 21 June 1912, Page 2
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