Capitalistic Anarchism ? Oh, Yes, If You

Years! Years, Ye Shall Mix With Me! Ye Shall Grow A Part Of The Laughing Sea; Of The Moaning Heart Of The Glittered Wave Of The Sun-gleam's Dart In The Ocean-grave. Fair, Cold, And Faithless Wert Thou, My Own! For That I Love Thy Heart Of Stone! From The Heights Above To The Depths Below, Where Dread Things Move, There Is Naught Can Show A Life So Trustless! Proud Be Thy Crown! Ruthless, Like None, Save The Sea, Alone!

[the Married Woman Is] Is A Bonded Slave, Who Takes Her Master's Name, Her Master's Bread, And Serves Her Master's Passion; [and] Who Passes Through The Ordeal Of Pregnancy And The Throes Of Travail At His Dictation.

As Long As The Working-people Fold Hands And Pray The Gods In Washington To Give Them Work, So Long They Will Not Get It.

And Sometimes When I Am Weary, When The Path Is Thorny And Wild, I'll Look Back To The Eyes In The Twilight, Back To The Eyes That Smiled. And Pray That A Wreath Like A Rainbow May Slip From The Beautiful Past, And Crown Me Again With The Sweet, Strong Love And Keep Me, And Hold Me Fast.

And Now, What Has Anarchism To Say To All This, This Bankruptcy Of Republicanism, This Modern Empire That Has Grown Up On The Ruins Of Our Early Freedom? We Say This, That The Sin Our Fathers Sinned Was That They Did Not Trust Liberty Wholly. They Thought It Possible To Compromise Between Liberty And Government, Believing The Latter To Be 'a Necessary Evil,' And The Moment The Compromise Was Made, The Whole Misbegotten Monster Of Our Present Tyranny Began To Grow. Instruments Which Are Set Up To Safeguard Rights Become The Very Whip With Which The Free Are Struck.