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PO CROSBY'S 
 
 LABOR Odes 
 
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 P. R. Cbosby, in the Office of the Librarian of 
 
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 Revised Edition. Copyrighted, 1890. 
 
 EAST SAGINAW. MICH. 
 EfWSHlHa News PBrxriNo and Bindixo HottsB. 
 
PREFACE 
 
 O ! toDer trne, when'er ye view 
 The lines I thus present to you. 
 Think kindly of the flaws ye see, 
 In verses 1 devote to thee. 
 
 For in my brain I've striven hard, 
 That these poor lines from labor's bard 
 Should cast one little ray of light 
 On labor's dark and stormy night. 
 
 Oh ! 't would be sweet if I could know, 
 When thither I am called to go, 
 That when I die, I leave behind 
 One thought to lighten labor's mind. 
 
 Po Gbobbv. 
 
 ■vii;& 
 
PO CROSBYS LABOR ODES. 
 
 Opening Ode. 
 
 TUNB— AMEBIOA. 
 
 Once more we meet to clasp 
 In friendship's hallowed grasp 
 
 The hand of man. 
 Oh may our cause sublime 
 Throughout the length of time 
 In this our native clime 
 
 For ever stand. 
 
 Farmers, stand by your cause 
 Obeying honor's laws. 
 
 Move hand in hand. 
 No rich monopolis great 
 Kor foreign syndicate 
 Shall guide the Ship of State 
 
 Of this fair land. 
 
 Brave sons and daughters fair 
 By truth and virtue heir 
 
 To honor's name. 
 Stand by your colors pure 
 And may your strength endure 
 Beward though slow is sore 
 
 In this high game. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Hand in Hand. 
 
 TUNE— BKP, WHITE AND BLUE. 
 
 Like the first rays of light in the morning. 
 Like the first wild flowers of the spring, 
 Sweet visions of hope now are dawning , 
 While anthems of liberty ring. 
 The ark of a nation's devotion, 
 The day star of freedom so grand, 
 Like earth's mighty armies in motion,' 
 Toil unions shall move hand in hand. 
 Toil unions shall move haiid in hand. 
 Toil unions shall move hand in hand, 
 Like earth's mighty armies in motion, 
 Toil unions shall move hand in hand. 
 
 Let us scorn every petty dissension, 
 The bright star of truth keep in view, 
 Dishonor the tongue that would mention 
 A word that could discord imbue, 
 And moving in unison ever 
 By honor and liberty stand, 
 The ballot box— almighty lever 
 Still grasping we'll move hand in hand. 
 Still grasping we'll move hand in hand. 
 Still grasping we'll move hand in hand. 
 The ballot box almighty lever 
 Still grasping we'll move hand in hand. 
 
 It is not at the point of the sabre 
 Hiat we purpose to better our cause. 
 But by voting for such men as labor 
 To make for the laborer laws. 
 Then farmers and all labor orders 
 XhrougH the length and the breadth of onr 
 Prom the glilf to the far northern borders, 
 Let's labor and vote hand in hand. 
 Let's labor and vote hand in hand. 
 Let's labor and vote hand in hand. 
 From the gulf to the far northern bordeM, 
 Let's labor and vote hand in hand. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Strike for the Right. 
 
 TUNE— PITLL FOB THE SflOBB. 
 
 Bright shines the labor banner 
 
 Over the brave, 
 Loudly the glad hozannah 
 
 P^els o'er the wave. 
 While labor's flag ship proudly 
 . Glides o'er the sea, 
 Choirs of justice singing loudly 
 
 Odes to the free. 
 
 Chorits, 
 Strike for the right, farmers, strike for the right, 
 Strike at monopoly with sword ever bright; 
 Under the labor banner, walk in the light, 
 With the arm of truth and honor, strike for th« 
 
 right, 
 
 Seaman with task allotted 
 
 Work mid the sail, 
 Cannon with ballots shotted 
 
 Point o'er the rail. 
 While on the shore is marching 
 
 Armed for the fight, 
 Millions who with sword of truth 
 
 Will strike for the right. 
 
 Now ruthless politicians 
 
 Throughout the landj 
 Haste from your false positions; 
 
 On every hand 
 See labors banners flying. 
 
 From every height. • ^ 
 
 Hear the voice of freedom oryiutg 
 
 Strike ior the right.: i: =-.. tc -.-r 
 
 Chorua, 
 
 Chonu, 
 
PO CROSBTS LABOR ODES, 
 
 Gather Round the Polls, Boys. 
 
 TUNE— BALLT BOUND THE FLAG. 
 
 No"w the time is near at hand 
 When the tillers of the land 
 
 MuRt make the laws to rule a nation, 
 For the men who so w and reap, 
 Like an avalanche will sweep 
 
 Up to the most exalted station. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Then nse up a portion of your leisure hours 
 
 In reading to strengthen your own mental powers, 
 
 While we gather round the polls, boys, 
 
 Gather once again, 
 Voting for only such as labor. 
 
 With the future plain in view, 
 There's a course you must pursue, 
 
 Hasten to gather education, 
 Which wiH fit you for a place 
 With the foremost in the race. 
 
 To fill a more exalted station . 
 
 Chorus, 
 
PO CR0SBT8 LABOR ODES. 
 
 Harken, Tyrant. 
 
 TUNE— GLORY, GLOBY, HOW THE FREEMEN SAKO. 
 
 High upon the mountains, 
 
 Low within the mine, 
 
 Ever bright the lamps of labor shine; 
 
 From the hills and valleys, 
 
 From the rolling main, 
 
 Comes the toilers' shout in glad refrain. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Harken, tyrant, in your tower of gold, 
 
 Trust and tyrauy nave lost their hold. 
 
 We're a host of freemen 
 
 Seeking not for spoil, 
 
 But an honest share for honest toil. 
 
 Long has labor suffered, 
 
 Long endured the wrong, 
 
 Hurled at her by fashions giddy throng; 
 
 While the men of fortune 
 
 Lolled in shady bowers. 
 
 Treating lightly labor's growing powers. 
 
 Chorus — Harken, tryant, etc. 
 
10 PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Labor History. 
 
 TUNE— AUTUMN. 
 
 Gazing back with look of horror 
 
 O'er the road which toil has passed. 
 Freedom stands and with her sceptre 
 
 Points to twenty centuries past, 
 With the heel of iron the tyrant 
 
 Long has stood on labor's breast^ 
 Twenty centuries ere Columbus 
 
 Braved the billow's foaming crest- 
 But liis ships have plowed the ocean 
 
 To a land beyond the sea, 
 Where from tyranny's commotion 
 
 Labor sought herself to free, 
 But the tyrant followed after. 
 
 Syndicates in horrid form 
 With rude shout and boistrous laughtar 
 
 Braved the ocean's wind and storm. 
 
 Qnick his minions crossed the countiy. 
 
 Traveling paths by labor made. 
 Ever taking with efeontry. 
 
 Offers of an ax or spade, 
 But the tyrant's rule is over. 
 
 Freedoms heart is throbbing fast. 
 Foul intent he cannot cover, 
 
 AH bis wiles are known at last. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 11 
 
 Liberty's Sun. 
 
 TUNE— HAIL TO THE OHIEF. 
 
 Hail to the light o'er the horizon beaming 
 
 Worthy devotion its ever bright ray, 
 O may its halo upon labor streaming 
 Herald the comiDg of libertys day. 
 Blessed be thy golden ray 
 Emblem of coming day, 
 
 Bright ark of justice— sweet liberty's sun, 
 O may thy halo shed 
 Over the toiler's head, 
 Peace and contentment 'til mans race is run. 
 
 Thou great eternal, in sweet heaven dwelling 
 
 Labor's devotion extended to thee, 
 In sweetest music is now upward swelling 
 Seeking thy blessing on liberty's tree, 
 Enduring every wrong 
 Labor has suffered long, 
 
 Craving assistance from eternal one, 
 Truth with her streaming eyes 
 Bent on the eastern skies. 
 Watciiecl for the r sing of liberty's s' n. 
 
 Joy to the nation, let music enchanted 
 
 O'er mountain and valley on soft zephyr swell, 
 Bweet freedom's tree, by the laborer planted. 
 Is growing in beauty by liberty's well. 
 Long may it upward grow 
 Deep in the soil below, ^ 
 
 May every rootlet in unison run ; 
 While every limb and leaf, 
 Beauty and strength receive 
 From the bright rays of sweet liberty's sun. 
 
12 PO CROSBYS LABOR ODES. 
 
 • ^ ^ ^ — '■ — 
 
 No Nobles. 
 
 TUNE— STAR SPANGLED BANNER. 
 
 We've waited in vain Avith our eyes <»n the men 
 Whom our votes have exalted to till a high station, 
 While again and again has the press and the pen 
 Sent petitions for justice to heads of the nation. 
 Now, we sternly demand of the law making band 
 The rights that are due to the hard caloused hand 
 Of the farmer who labors, that all men may live, 
 We ask but the boon we are willing to give. 
 
 Chorus.— J^ system of nobles 
 
 Here never shall be 
 While our own Bunker Hill 
 Still looks out on the sea. 
 
 We cannot discern, though we've striven to learn 
 The wisdom and justice in class legislation 
 In the laws that are made certain classes to aid 
 At the grevious loss of the rest of the nation. 
 It is building up lords, it is tightening the cords 
 To strangle the breath which sweet freedom 
 
 affords. 
 The ballot box offers to farmers the power, 
 O, open your eyes to the needs of the hour. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 When man is so base that sweet Liberty's face 
 For gold he will smear with the stains of oppres- 
 sion. 
 Let the finger of shame ever point to his name 
 Be it used as a symbol of dire desolation. 
 O, farmers be brave, for a fierce tidal wave 
 Of oppression is threatening the land of the brave, 
 The guns of the franchise our weapons must be, 
 With them we will guard this dear land of the 
 free- 
 
 Chorua. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. I« 
 
 Labor's Tribute. 
 
 TUNE— WEBB. 
 
 -¥e noble sons of labor 
 
 And daughters fair and true, 
 Truth's bright and gleaming sabre. 
 
 At last is drawn for you. 
 The minions of aggression — 
 
 Monopoly and trust, 
 Dread bulwarks of oppression 
 
 We'll trample in the dust. 
 
 Our father's met in battle 
 
 Old England's proud array 
 And mid the cannon's rattle 
 
 They nobly won the day. 
 They hurled the proud oppressor 
 
 From off our very shore. 
 And left their sons possessors 
 
 To hold forever more. 
 
 But now, a century later, 
 
 The haughty British lord 
 By effort even greater 
 
 With gold instead of sword, 
 Is gathering up each valley 
 
 And riverside and plain. 
 Oh! sons of freedom, rally 
 
 And drive him back again. 
 
 The tillers of the soil, 
 
 For many ages past 
 Have bent the knee in toil 
 
 Before the tryant's mast. 
 Then rally round your standard 
 
 And by your colors stand 
 And paint upon your banner 
 
 The equal rights of man. 
 
14 - PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Tillers of the Soil. 
 
 TUNE— WATCHMAN, TELL US OF THE NIGHT. 
 
 O! ye tillers of the soil, 
 Working early, late and fast, 
 
 Robbed of fruit of lionest toil, 
 Trodden do^n in ages past. 
 
 "While the power in you is vested 
 By the franchise of your land. 
 
 Yet your enemy is crested 
 With the crown by your command. 
 
 Are ye still content to labor ? 
 
 Still content to plow your lands ? 
 Looking to your crafty neighbor 
 
 With his white and downy hands. 
 
 For the laws to rule your action 
 In your humble walk of life; 
 
 Has your welfare no attraction 
 In this gold and labor strife? 
 
 When in Wiar's dark cloud were drifted 
 By the hand of fiend or fate, 
 
 Quick your neighbor grand and gifted 
 Calls on you to save the State. 
 
 If amid the din of battle, 
 
 Farmers have the nerve and brain 
 When war's ttirbid wiaters settle, 
 
 Why iiot farmers hold the rein. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 16 
 
 A Bad Dream. 
 
 TUNE— YANKEE DOODLE. 
 
 I had a dream the other night 
 
 When all around was quiet, 
 Excepting that the neighbors' cats 
 
 Had started up a riot. 
 It seemed upon the capitol 
 
 At Washington were standing, 
 Myself and twenty other men 
 
 Upon a narrow landing. 
 
 Commanding all the land that lies 
 
 In twenty miles around us, 
 The sight that met our wondering eyes 
 
 Was such as to astound us, 
 The thoroughfare that led away 
 
 From gilt and marble column 
 Was crowded full in sad array. 
 
 With statesmen looking solemn. 
 
 A litter they among 'em bore 
 
 Three bodies on it lying, 
 'Twas plain that two had passed the doov 
 
 And 'tother one was dying, 
 I asked a fellow by my side 
 
 Twas plain he want a mourner, 
 Who was it that had lately died 
 
 Within the halls of honor. 
 
 He answered that monopoly 
 Now hovering near the border% 
 
 Was dying of a malady 
 They called the labor orders, 
 
 The others— Trust and Syndicate 
 Had held their last communion, 
 
16 PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 And died that morning of disease 
 Now known as Farmers Union. 
 
 I heard an awlul scream arise, 
 
 Some sort of wail or other 
 That seemed to rend the very skies, 
 
 And then there came another 
 And then a crash, I thought my soul, 
 
 The capitol was falling, 
 And through the glass a pair of cats, 
 
 Game on my pillow sprawling. 
 
PO CROSBrS LABOR ODES. 17 
 
 Hope, 
 
 TUNE— HOME, SWEET HOUOS. 
 
 Kind nature, the fountain of all earthly good, 
 Upon every creature her blessing bestowed; 
 While through life's dark pathway the laborers 
 
 grope, 
 She holds to their vision the bright star of hope. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Hope, hope, sweet, sweet hope. 
 
 She holds to their vision the bright star of hope. 
 
 The mines in the mountains, the field and the 
 
 plain 
 Kesound with the music of labor's refrain, 
 Combining their efforts with gold they must cope 
 Those two fond companions, sweet labor and 
 
 hope. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Hope, hope, sweet, sweet hope. 
 Those two fond companions, sweet labor and 
 hope. 
 
18 PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Our Cause is Just and Right. 
 
 ■rUNE— SWINGING IN THE LANE. 
 
 A mighty host is marching on 
 
 With banners bright and grand. 
 They represent the laborers 
 
 And tillers of the land; 
 Their leaders truth and honesty 
 
 Have got in perfect drill, 
 A giant host of freemen from 
 
 The factory, farm and mill. 
 
 Chorus, 
 
 Ye politicians well you know, 
 Our cause is right and just, 
 
 Your mighty throne we'il overthrow 
 And trample in the dust. 
 
 Ye ragged host of hangers on 
 "Who throng the halls of State, 
 
 And like the foul hyena for 
 The lion's leavings wait, 
 
 You constitute a dirty throng 
 Unworthy of a name. 
 
 How dare you seek to fill the place 
 Of honor and of fame. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 •Tis plain to see, your early doom 
 
 Ib written on the page 
 Of fate and honest prophecy. 
 
 In this progressive age; 
 We cannot doubt that some of you 
 
 Are better fit to wait, 
 Behind the bars of prison, 
 
 Than within the halls of State. 
 
 Choru9. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 19 
 
 The Day Star of Freedom. 
 
 TUNE— DASIE DEAN. 
 
 Bright rays o'er the mountain, 
 
 Like a pure golden fountain 
 Streaming up fair and bright in the east, 
 
 'Tis sweet freedoms token, 
 
 The fetters are broken, 
 And the era of darkness has ceased. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Thy rays are ever welcome, 
 
 Thou gem of truth and right, 
 Bright day star of freedom -^ o true, 
 
 Thy light sweetly streaming 
 
 Upon labor beaming. 
 Ever sweet sense of honor imbue. 
 
 Our task often doubled. 
 
 Our mind often troubled, 
 Long time we have worked on the soil, 
 
 Our white handed neigh f or. 
 
 The fruit of our labor. 
 Like robber has taken as spoil. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 The future is teeming 
 
 With h pe sweetly beaming 
 For the laborer at facTory and farm, 
 
 And trust, horrid demon! . 
 
 So loathed by the freeman, 
 \m cowering back in alarni. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
20 PO CROSB Y'Ss LABOR ODES. 
 
 Upward. 
 
 TUNE— BONNIE DOON. 
 
 The rainbow tints, the sun's bright ray. 
 The shadows long at close of day, 
 The wild flowers streAvn in nature's bed, 
 The lilies white and roses red, 
 The twining vine, the forest shade. 
 The gushing ril!. with pebbles laid, 
 Are prospects bright and vision rare, 
 Which tillers of the soil may share. 
 
 The soil was tilled in former age 
 By those enrolled on slavery's page. 
 No gleam of hope from year to year 
 To light their pathway dark and drear. 
 But now, a ray of hope at last 
 Upon their pathway drear is cast, 
 And though their task is much the same, 
 Of slavery it has lost the name. 
 
 And thus they toil and view by night 
 The distant star of equal right. 
 Where they with others of their kind 
 Shall equal share of leisure find, 
 And toiling upward day by day 
 Though rocks and mire before them lay, 
 Their tents each night, though torrents roar 
 Pitched higher than the night before. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 My Faith Looks to Thee. 
 
 TUNE— NEW HAVEN. 
 
 My faith looks up to thee, 
 Thou toilers bold and free 
 
 Thy day istar glows, 
 I know thy voting power, 
 Which like the leaning tower 
 Frowns at this present hour 
 
 O'er all thy foes. 
 
 Well hast thou suffered long, 
 Enduring every wrong 
 
 At trust's foul hand. 
 The men who made thy laws 
 Have heeded not thy cause, 
 But tyranny shall pause 
 
 At thy command. 
 
 Proud syndicates shall fall 
 And stagger to the wall 
 
 Before thy host; 
 Monopoly and trust 
 You'll trample in the dust. 
 Their shining spears shall met, 
 
 Their fame be lost. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Should Those who Labor be Forgot. 
 
 TUNE— AUIiD LANG SYNE. 
 
 Should those who labor be forgot 
 
 In legislative ]!;»11, 
 Cause honest toil has been their lot, 
 
 Their purses light and small; 
 Should those we send to make our laws 
 
 Ignore the weaker sail, 
 While on their knees, tbey strife to pleaao 
 
 The monarch of the rail. 
 
 Should manufacturers, rich and great, 
 
 While wheat is sixty cents, 
 Eeceive protection from the state, 
 
 Their profits to enhance, 
 Should men with twelve dollars per day, 
 
 A higher salary seek, 
 While laboring men for eight or ten 
 
 Are glad to work a week. 
 
 We ask you should the scum of earth, 
 
 Each pestilential thing, 
 Be welcomed to our home and hearth 
 
 To please the railroad king, 
 Should Chinamen our soil pollute, 
 
 All Italy be fed, 
 While freedom's sons the gauntlet runs 
 
 In honest search of bread. 
 
pa CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Valiant and True. 
 
 TUNE— MABOHING ALONG. 
 
 Like the waves of the ocean 
 
 That sweep o'er the main, 
 Like the winds from the mountain. 
 
 That scours o'er the plain, 
 Labors' ranks now are moving 
 
 At liberty's call, 
 Trust and monopoly 
 
 Must go to the wall. 
 
 Chorue. 
 
 Be ye valiant and true, 
 
 Be ye valiant and true, 
 Keeping the bright star 
 
 Of hope well in view; 
 The great constitution 
 
 Will point out the way, 
 By which if we're valiant 
 
 We are sure of the day. 
 
 Now ye knights of the anvil, 
 
 The plow, or the spade, 
 Be ye careful to follow 
 
 The laws that are made, 
 But if men now in Congress 
 
 Your action to pen 
 Should not represent you, 
 
 Never send them again. 
 
 ChorvB, 
 
94 PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Spring to the Charge. 
 
 TUNE— PULL FOB THE SHORE. 
 
 Farmers and laboring classes champions of right, 
 Tradesmen and toiling masses see yonder height 
 Where trust and syndicate in proud union hold 
 Undisputed sovereignty in fortress of gold. 
 
 Chorus: 
 
 Spring to the charge, freeman, 
 
 Spring to the charge, 
 
 Let not monopoly her battery discharge 
 
 Over the land for which our forefathers fought, 
 
 And the homes where lessons first 
 
 Of freedom were taught. 
 
 See now in labor orders freeman enrolled. 
 Swiftly the ranks of truth are filled with the bold, 
 Armed with the franchise of the land of the free, 
 See the hosts of freeman as they sweep to t he sea. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Labor Anthem. 
 
 TU»B— HOLD THE FOBT. 
 
 Prom Lake Huron's shining waters, 
 
 Over hill and plain, 
 To a nation's sons and daughters 
 
 Comes the glad refiain. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 'Tis the labor anthem ringing 
 O'er the eastern slope, 
 
 To the toiling millions bringing 
 Liberty and hope. 
 
 Swiftly move the mighty column 
 
 Toward the setting sun. 
 While its branches gaining volume 
 
 East and southward run. 
 
 Chorus— 'Tis the labor, etc. 
 
 Soon its ranks will cross the prairi© 
 
 By the zephyrs bore, 
 To the peaks of high Sierra 
 
 And Pacific shore. 
 
 Chorus— TiB the labor, etc. 
 
^ BO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES, 
 
 Rally Round Your Banner. 
 
 Tens— OTBBBOABD SHE GOES MY BOYS WHERE SPABSLOm 
 WATERS ROAR. 
 
 We're gathering round the Ship of State 
 
 Farmers and laboring men, 
 To fight the trusts and syndicates. 
 
 And drive them to their den. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Then rally round your banner bright 
 
 Ye toilers bold and true, 
 Your children's future, hope and right, 
 
 Is resting now on you. 
 
 Right .well we know our cause is Just, 
 
 The franchise is our sword, 
 Let not your brilliant armor rust, 
 
 Nor act the knave or coward. 
 
 Chorus — Then rally, etc. 
 
 Bad men would warp our country's lawm^ 
 And read them up side down 
 
 And strive to crush the labor cause, 
 With haughty jeer and frown. 
 
 * 
 Chorua— Then rally, etc. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES, 27 
 
 Justice. 
 
 TDNiC— RBOM GBEENLAND'S IOY MOTTNTAINi. 
 
 The balmy air is laden 
 
 With toil's mel dious strain, 
 Each yciuth and blushing maiden 
 
 Sings labor's sweet retrain, 
 And labor's boatswain bawling, 
 
 His orders bold and free, 
 To action loudly calling 
 
 The sons of liberty. 
 
 To labor we are willing, 
 
 But not that shylock's vault 
 Our efforts should be filling. 
 
 Our conciences revolt. 
 Should honest people labor? 
 
 Should farmers raise their grain? 
 And their unblushing neighbor, 
 
 TheJawyer, take the gain? • 
 
 Consult your sense of honor, 
 
 Should gross injustice be 
 Permitted 'n<ath our banner 
 
 In land of liberty; 
 If not, you have one resource, 
 
 The franchise is your own 
 Upon this human race course. 
 
 Let justice sit enthroned. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Cood-Bye. 
 
 TUITE— OOBONATION. 
 
 The hour has come to say good-bye, 
 Good-bye, we're going home, 
 
 In honest heart we're loth to part, 
 But closing hour has come, 
 
 In honest heart we're loth to part, 
 But closing hour has come. 
 
 Then sisters fair and brothers true 
 
 Here met in 'labor's cause, 
 We bid you all a kind adieu. 
 
 And yield to nature's laws; 
 We bid you all a kind adieu, 
 
 And yield to nature's laws. 
 
 We love to linger with our friend* 
 
 Within the halls of right, 
 Bnt nature's powers in fleeting hoai% 
 
 Brings us to say good night, 
 But nature's powers in fleeting honri. 
 
 Brings us to say good night. 
 
PO CROSS r 8 LABOR ODES: 29 
 
 Parting Ode. 
 
 TtJWE— OLD HUNDHKD. 
 
 Ye faithful friends, as now we part. 
 Take honor's paths with honest heart, 
 
 As bad men's deeds come to the light, 
 Let their wrongs feed thy lamp of right. 
 
 Great nature teaches us to know 
 
 That human hearts while here below, 
 With selfishness are often fraught, 
 But let sweet justice be thy thought. 
 
 To evil thoughts bad men are prone. 
 And strive to grasp what's not their own. 
 
 But their rash deeds and thoughts untrue. 
 From evil ne'er excuses you. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 
 
 Closing Ode. 
 
 TDNE— SWEET BY AND BY. 
 
 Gentle friends, all your duties performed 
 From the toils and the cares of the week, 
 
 And from life's changing sunshine and storm. 
 The sweet quiet of home let us seek. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 To our homes now we go 
 
 By ihe sweet silvery moon's mellow light 
 And the stars f-oftly glow 
 
 "While we bid you a pleasant good night. 
 
 With our brothers and sisters to meet 
 in the halls of the Union we love 
 
 Ail th-^ fi lends of ilie order to gree*, 
 But the Jiour bids us homeward to move. 
 
 Ckorvs, 
 
 Kow may k nd fortune's blessings expand, 
 May each honest end avor succeed. 
 
 May each true Farmer throughout the land 
 Be le^^araetl lor tacn lioneat aeecl. 
 
 Chorua. 
 
PO CROSBY'S LABOR ODES. 31 
 
 I N E) KX 
 
 A Bad Dream. . 15 
 
 Closing Ode 30 
 
 Oather Round the Polls 8 
 
 Good Bye .... 28 
 
 Hand in Hand 6 
 
 Harken, Tyrant 9 
 
 Hope 17 
 
 Justice 27 
 
 Labor Anthem 25 
 
 Labor History 10 
 
 No Nohle't 12 
 
 Labor's Tribute 13 
 
 Liberty's Sun 11 
 
 My Faith Looks to Thpe 21 
 
 Opening Ode 5 
 
 Our Cause is Just and Right 18 
 
 Parting Ode 29 
 
 Rally Round Your Banner 26 
 
 Should Those Who Labor be Forgot ... ... 22 
 
 Spring to the Charge 24 
 
 Strike for the Right 7 
 
 The Day Star of Freedom 19 
 
 Tillers of the Soil 14 
 
 Upward 20 
 
 Valiant and True 23 
 
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