If The Believers In Liberty Wish The

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!

No One Can Hate Petitions Worse Than I, And No One Has Less Faith In Them Than I. But For My Champion I Am Willing To Try Any Means That Invades No Other's Right, Even Though I Have Little Hope In It.

A Man Won't Steal, Ordinarily, Unless That Which He Steals Is Something He Cannot As Easily Get Without Stealing; In Liberty The Cost Of Stealing Would Involve Greater Difficulties Than Producing, And Consequently He Would Not Be Apt To Steal.

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.

Capitalistic Anarchism ? Oh, Yes, If You Choose To Call It So. Names Are Indifferent To Me; I Am Not Afraid Of Bugaboos. Let It Be So, Then, Capitalistic Anarchism.