England and Yesterday

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>IV.<br/><small>STRIKERS IN HYDE PARK.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="verse">A woof reversed the fatal shuttles weave,</div> <div class="verse">How slow! but never once they slip the thread.</div> <div class="verse">Hither, upon the Georgian idlers’ tread,</div> <div class="verse">Up spacious ways the lindens interleave,</div> <div class="verse">Clouding the royal air since yester-eve,</div> <div class="verse">Come men bereft of time, and scant of bread,</div> <div class="verse">Loud, who were dumb, immortal, who were dead,</div> <div class="verse">Through the cowed world their kingdom to retrieve.</div> <div class="verse">What ails thee, England? Altar, mart, and grange</div> <div class="verse">Dream of the knife by night; not so, not so,</div> <div class="verse">The clear Republic waits the general throe,</div> <div class="verse">Along her noonday mountains’ open range.</div> <div class="verse">God be with both! for one is young to know</div> <div class="verse">Her mother’s rote of evil and of change.</div> </div></div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />