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 Not ermine-clad or clothed in state, Their title-deeds not yet made plain, But waking early, toiling late, The heirs of all the earth remain.

The peasant brain shall yet be wise, The untamed pulse grow calm and still; The blind shall see, the lowly rise, And work in peace Time's wondrous will.

Some day, without a trumpet's call This news will o'er the world be blown: "The heritage comes back to all; The myriad monarchs take their own."

Beyond Human Might

(Next to Ibsen, the greatest of Norwegian dramatists, 1832-1910. In the following scene, from a two-part symbolic drama of the problem of labor and capital, a young clergyman is speaking to a crowd of miners in the midst of a bitterly fought strike)

hopefully, and no one joyfully. Here the children won't thrive—they yearn for the sea and the daylight. They crave the sun. But it lasts only a little while, and then they give up. They learn that among those who have been cast down here there is rarely one who can climb up again.
 * —Here it is dark and cold. Here few work


 * —That's right!

things? A new generation up there? Listen to what their young people answer for themselves: "We want a
 * —What is there to herald the coming of better