M'kinley

Ho'll open the milis long sllent, Of that have never a doubt; From mints aiul banks o'erfiowing, He wlll briug thelr hoardings out, But never In shortened dollars For 'abor's toil they'll pay, For houest wage for honest work Has always been hls way. For the tollers stlll remembcr The years '90, '1 and '2. When days were not half long enough. For the work there was to do, When clatter of mili and workshop Had never an hour of rest, And never a hund was Idle, Whlle thelr pay was of the best. Not glven to wlndy clamor, Or fllghts of gauzy speech, Labor knew the hand tUat helped them, And held ever In thelr reacn; Ai.iericau Is every Hber, For hls own he led the flght, When demagogue8 wrong led labor, Stlll he stood for them and rlght. No "crown. of thorns" on lnbor's brow Hls klndly hand e'er pressed; Nor lald a cross on toller'S back, that of work that biest; He made the land a workshop grand, Where every splndle sang, Whlle mili and loom and hammer loud Thelr anvll chorus rang! So, "bettot the milis and workshops" Than jlngling mlnta to opa; Then'll be use for evcry dollnr That's mlned on the Western slopej When tlio willing hands flnd labor, All the rniuts wül open stiiinl, And the mighty hosts of toilers Scatter wealth o'er nll the land.