Francis William Lauderdale Adams - To Karl Marx lyrics

NOT for the thought that burns on keen and clear, Heat that the heat has turned from red to white, The pa**ion of the lone remembering night One with the patience day must see and hear — Not for the shafts the lying foemen fear, Shot from the soul's intense self-centring light — But for the heart of love divine and bright, We praise you, worker, thinker, poet, seer! Man of the People — faithful in all parts, The veins' last drop, the brain's last flickering dole, You on whose forehead beams the aureole That hope and 'certain hope' alone imparts — Us have you given your perfect heart and soul; Wherefore receive as yours our souls and hearts.