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Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 4

An Imperial Rescript

An Imperial Rescript.

Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed
To ease the strong of their burden, to help the weak in their need.
He sent a word to the people who struggle, and pant, and sweat,
That the straw might be counted fairly, and the tally of bricks be set.

The Lords of their Hands assembled; from the East and the West they
Baltimore, Lille, and Essen, Brummagem, Clyde, and Crewe. [drew—
And some were black from the furnace, and some were brown from the soil,
And some were blue from the dye-vat; but all were wearied of toil.

And the young King said, « I have found it, the road to the rest ye seek:
The strong shall wait for the weary, the hale shall halt for the weak;
With the even tramp of an army, where no man breaks from the line,
Ye shall march to peace and plenty, in the bond of brotherhood—sign!»

The paper lay on the table, the strong heads bowed thereby,
And a wail went up from the people: « Ay, sign—give rest, for we die! it »
A hand was stretched to the goose-quill, a fist was cramped to scrawl,
When—the laugh of a blue-eyed maiden rang clear through the council hall.

And each one heard Her laughing, as each one saw Her plain—
Saidie, Mimi, or Olga, Gretchen, or Mary Jane.
And the spirit of man that is in him to the light of the vision awoke;
And the men drew back from the paper, as a Yankee delegate spoke:

« There's a girl in Jersey City who works on the telephone;
We're going to hitch our horses and dig for a house of our own.
With gas and water connexions, and steam-heat through to the top:
And W. Hohenzollern, I guess I must work till I drop. »

And an English delegate thundered: « The weak an' the lame be blowed!
I've a berth in the Sou'-West work-shops, a home in the Wandsworth-road;
And, till the 'sociation has footed my buryin' bill,
I work for the kids an' the missus. Pull up? I'll be dashed if I will!»

And over the German benches the bearded whisper ran—
« Lager, der girls, und der dollars, dey makes or dey breaks a man,
If Schmitt haf collared der dollars, he collars der girl deremit;
But if Schmitt bust in der pizness, we collars der girl from Schmitt. »

They passed one resolution: « Your sub-committee believe
You can lighten the curse of Adam when you've lightened the curse of Eve;
But—till we are built like angels—with hammer, and chisel, and pen
We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, amen. »

Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser held—
The day that they Razored the Grindstone, the day that the Cat was Belled,
The day of the Figs from Thistles, the day of the Twisted Sands,
The day when the laugh of a maiden made light of the Lords of their Hands.