From: The Factory-Bell and Other Poems (1873)
Author: Daniel Ricketson
Published: E. Anthony & Sons 1873 New Bedford
TO T. S.
AFTER READING HIS MANLY PROTEST AGAINST THE EXISTING EVILS OF GREAT BRITAIN.
WHEN England drives from off her shores
Such minds as these, through woe and want,
And keeps at home such countless bores,
Who for their own ends ceaseless rant,—
Such minds as these, through woe and want,
And keeps at home such countless bores,
Who for their own ends ceaseless rant,—
There’s little hope that her success,
In whatsoe’er is great and good,
The Lord of justice e’er will bless,
Or guard her from vicissitude.
But ye are welcome, honest hearts!
There’s room and plenty for you here,
And while the sun his warmth imparts,
From tyranny ye ‘ve naught to fear.
For every man to vote is free,
The ballot-box is our stronghold,
Then from your prison barriers flee,
And come within our ample fold.
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