Swelling louder, waxing stronger, like a storm-fed stream that
courses
Through the valleys, down abysses, growing, gaining with new forces.

Day by day the river widens, that great river of opinion,
And its torrent beats and plunges at the base of greed's dominion.
Though you dam it by oppression and fling golden bridges o'er it,
Yet the day and hour advances when in fright you'll flee before it.

Yes, I hear the people calling, through the night time and the day
time,
Wretched toilers in life's autumn, weary young ones in life's May
time -
They are crying, they are calling for their share of work and
pleasure;
You are heaping high your coffers while you give them scanty
measure, -
You have stolen God's wide acres, just to glut your swollen purses -
Oh! restore them to His children ere their pleading turns to curses.



THE WORLD GROWS BETTER



Oh! the earth is full of sinning
And of trouble and of woe,
But the devil makes an inning
Every time we say it's so.