BREAD AND ROSES.
As we came marching, marching, in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts grey Are t-ouched with all the radiance that a summer sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: " Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses."
As we come marching, marching, wo battle, too, for men— For they are women's children, and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes— Hearts starve as well as bodies. Give us Bread, but give us Roses.
As wo come marching, marching, wo numbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient song of Bre.id: Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits know— Yes. it is Bread we fight for; but we fight for Roses, too.
As we come marching, marching, we bring the Greater Days— The vising of the women means the rising of tho nice. No more the drudge and Idler—ten that toil where one reposes— But a sharing or life's giories: Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses. —James Opperfheim.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11281, 8 January 1915, Page 4
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177BREAD AND ROSES. Star (Christchurch), Issue 11281, 8 January 1915, Page 4
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