The Old ComradeBy May Beals(In “The Progressive Woman.”)
By May Beals
(In “The Progressive Woman.”)
You have sowed for the world and manThe harvest you cannot reap.You have won nor fame nor gold nor lands,But your faith in man you keep.You have stood for the right alone—Faced odium, danger, death;Poverty is your reward and pain,That shall end with your dying breath.I, beginning the path you trod,Love you, so near the end;Can I, too, conquer the trammeled clod,Till the higher self ascend?I know not: Many brave men fallEre they reach your brave life’s span.Old friend, it is due in part to you,That I keep my faith in man.
You have sowed for the world and manThe harvest you cannot reap.You have won nor fame nor gold nor lands,But your faith in man you keep.You have stood for the right alone—Faced odium, danger, death;Poverty is your reward and pain,That shall end with your dying breath.I, beginning the path you trod,Love you, so near the end;Can I, too, conquer the trammeled clod,Till the higher self ascend?I know not: Many brave men fallEre they reach your brave life’s span.Old friend, it is due in part to you,That I keep my faith in man.
You have sowed for the world and manThe harvest you cannot reap.You have won nor fame nor gold nor lands,But your faith in man you keep.
You have sowed for the world and man
The harvest you cannot reap.
You have won nor fame nor gold nor lands,
But your faith in man you keep.
You have stood for the right alone—Faced odium, danger, death;Poverty is your reward and pain,That shall end with your dying breath.
You have stood for the right alone—
Faced odium, danger, death;
Poverty is your reward and pain,
That shall end with your dying breath.
I, beginning the path you trod,Love you, so near the end;Can I, too, conquer the trammeled clod,Till the higher self ascend?
I, beginning the path you trod,
Love you, so near the end;
Can I, too, conquer the trammeled clod,
Till the higher self ascend?
I know not: Many brave men fallEre they reach your brave life’s span.Old friend, it is due in part to you,That I keep my faith in man.
I know not: Many brave men fall
Ere they reach your brave life’s span.
Old friend, it is due in part to you,
That I keep my faith in man.