Francis William Lauderdale Adams - Art lyrics

'YES, let Art go, if it must be That with it men must starve — If Music, Painting, Poetry Spring from the wasted hearth!' Yes, let Art go, till once again Through fearless heads and hands The toil of millions and the pain Be pa**ed from out the lands: Till from the few their plunder falls To those who've toiled and earned But misery's hopeless intervals From those who've robbed and spurned. Yes, let Art go, without a fear, Like Autumn flowers we burn, For, with her reawakening year, Be sure she will return! — Return, but greater, nobler yet Because her laurel crown With dew and not with blood is wet, And as our Queen sit down!