280 MY LIFE 



By the breeze of the sky, by the light of the sun, 



That the Land shall be ours, and that Right shall be done. 



Hear it, ye Tyrants, that hold us in thrall! 



God the great Giver gives freely to All ! " 



Charles Mack ay. 



Yet another of our true poets, but also one who is com- 

 paratively unappreciated, Gerald Massey, is also one of our 

 friends and supporters ; and he, too, has been so kind as to 

 embody his thoughts in the following energetic verses for our 

 benefit. 



The Earth for All. 



" Thus said the Lord — You weary me 



With prayers, and waste your own short years: 

 Eternal truth you cannot see 



Who weep, and shed your sight in tears. 

 In vain you wait and watch the skies, 



No better fortune thus will fall; 

 Up from your knees I bid you rise, 



And claim the Earth for all. 



" They eat up Earth, and promise you 



The Heaven of an empty shell. 

 'Tis theirs to say : 'tis yours to do, 



On pain of everlasting hell, 

 They rob and leave you helplessly, 



For help of Heaven to cry and call; 

 Heaven did not make your misery, 



When Earth was given for all ! 



" Behold in bonds your Mother Earth ! 

 The rich man's prostitute and slave ! 

 Your Mother Earth that gave you birth, 



You only own her for a grave. 

 And will you die like slaves, and see 



Your Mother left a bounden thrall; 

 Or live like men to set her free 

 As Heritage for all?" 



Gerald Massey. 



Here we have the same idea expressed in different forms 

 by two of our sweetest singers ; and it is to be specially noted 

 that they are both much more than poets ; while Gerald Massey 



