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Maoriland Worker, Volume 12, Issue 294, 18 October 1922, Page 5

I would not like to know,, my lore, that the jewel in your hair .Was the life-tide taken from that pal© and broken woman there. I would not like to know, my love, .that yon wcr-e rich land great With the riches wrung from sorrow and corruption of the State. T would not Hke to know', my love, that I had wronged you so, That the rubies oil your bosom from a baby's heart d*d grow; That your lovely brow was. blazing "with the wealth that I had wrung From the hunger-driven mothers and their helpless, homeless young. I would not like t 0 know, my love, that the silken dress you wore Was the bread that I had taken from the tables of the poor; That ithe soft and web-like laces on your white and -stainless breast Were the he-art strings of the mothers , who had died to save their nest. *—W. Covington H*U. * * * * Of all wild beasts preserve mc from a tyrant, iand of all tame, a flatterer. —Ben Johnson. .•.■ * ♦ •' ■ ' Capitalism produces high profits for the idle class and starvation for the working class,