Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2190/Till Sunrise

than joy, tho' joy might abide, Dearer than love, tho' love might endure, Is this thing: for a man to have died For the wronged and the poor!

Let none be glad until all are free, The song be still and the banner furled, Till all have seen what the poets see, And foretell to the world!