*THE
WORKER*
BRISBANE, AUGUST 3, 1895.
"That
is Socialism."
Were
this the charter of our State
“On
pain o'hell be rich and great”
Damnation
then would be our fate
Beyond
remead,
But,
thanks to heaven, that's no' the gate
We
learn our cread.
For
thus the royal mandate ran
When
first the human race began,
The
social, friendly “honest man,”
Whate'er
he be,
“Tis
he fulfils great Nature's plan,
And
none but he.
BURNS.
A
few words to those who are wavering in their support of Socialism. I
would ask them - “ Do you know the reason men are so avarious?”
It is a question that comes home to us all in a most forcible manner.
We are told by our enemies that it is “human nature;” but don't
you believe it. It is a “Tozer.” If the cause were removed, the
effect would fall; but to be more plain – If you were sure, beyond
doubt, that in your old age you would not be looked upon with scorn
as a pauper, that all the necessaries and comforts of life would be
yours as a right – as the right of every honest citizen; that your
sons and your daughters would be fed, clothed, educated, and
accomplished as a right; that if your child had the abilities of a
Shakespeare, or a Burns, or a hundred others that could be named,
that child's mind and intellect would be fed on the best and purest
literature of the day, and that his name would shine as those jewels
whose lustre shall lighten the paths of men yet unborn; if you knew
your daughters would not be driven by the thrice accursed system of
sweating to starvation and dishonour, don't you think your craving
for gain would be appeased? Would you not say, “I am beyond the
fear of want, my old age will be honourable, my children will be
provided for, and I am content in the knowledge that those things are
mine as a right?” That is Socialism. C.
W.
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