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The jaded light of late July	A
Shone yellow down the dusty Strand	B
The anxious people bustled by	A
Policeman Pressman you and I	A
And thieves and judges of the land	B
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So swift they strode they had not time	C
To mark the humours of the Town	D
But I that mused an idle rhyme	C
Looked here and there and up and down	D
And many a rapid cart I spied	E
That drew as fast as ponies can	F
The Newspapers of either side	E
These joys of every Englishman	G
	-
The Standard here the Echo there	H
And cultured ev'ning papers fair	H
With din and fuss and shout and blare	H
Through all the eager land they bare	H
The rumours of our little span	F
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'Midst these but ah more slow of speed	I
A biggish box of sanguine hue	J
Was tugged on a velocipede	I
And in and out the crowd and through	J
An earnest stripling urged it well	K
Perched on a cranky tricycle	L
	-
A seedy tricycle he rode	I
Perchance some three miles in the hour	M
But on the big red box that glowed	I
Behind him was a name of Power	M
JUSTICE I read it e'er I wist	I
THE ORGAN OF THE SOCIALIST	I
	-
The paper carts fled fleetly by	A
And vanished up the roaring Strand	I
And eager purchasers drew nigh	A
Each with his penny in his hand	I
But JUSTICE scarce more fleet than I	A
Began to permeate the land	I
And dark methinks the twilight fell	K
Or ever JUSTICE reached Pall Mall	N
	-
Oh Man I stopped to moralize	O
How eager thou to fight with Fate	I
To bring Astraea from the skies	O
Yet ah how too inadequate	I
The means by which thou fain wouldst cope	P
With Laws and Morals King and Pope	P
JUSTICE how prompt the witling's sneer	Q
Justice Thou wouldst have Justice here	R
And each poor man should be a squire	S
Each with his competence a year	Q
Each with sufficient beef and beer	Q
And all things matched to his desire	M
While all the Middle Classes should	I
With every vile Capitalist	I
Be clean reformed away for good	I
And vanish like a morning mist	I
	-
Ah splendid Vision golden time	C
An end of hunger cold and crime	C
An end of Rent an end of Rank	T
An end of balance at the Bank	T
An end of everything that's meant	I
To bring Investors five per cent	I
	-
How fair doth Justice seem I cried	I
Yet oh how strong the embattled powers	U
That war against on every side	I
Justice and this great dream of ours	U
And what have we to plead our cause	V
'Gainst Masters Capital and laws	W
What but a big red box indeed	I
With copies of a weekly screed	I
That's slowly jolted up and down	D
Behind an old velocipede	I
To clamour JUSTICE through the town	D
How touchingly inadequate	I
These arms wherewith we'd vanquish Fate	I
	-
Nay the old Order shall endure	X
And little change the years shall know	Y
And still the Many shall be poor	Z
And still the Poor shall dwell in woe	Y
Firm in the iron Law of things	A2
The strong shall be the wealthy still	B2
And called Capitalists or Kings	A2
Shall seize and hoard the fruits of skill	B2
Leaving the weaker for their gain	C2
Leaving the gentler for their prize	O
Such dens and husks as beasts disdain	C2
Till slowly from the wrinkled skies	O
The fireless frozen Sun shall wane	C2
Nor Summer come with golden grain	C2
Till men be glad mid frost and snow	Y
To live such equal lives of pain	C2
As now the hutted Eskimo	Y
Then none shall plough nor garner seed	I
Then on some last sad human shore	D2
Equality shall reign indeed	I
The Rich shall be with us no more	D2
Thus and not otherwise shall come	E2
The new the true Millennium	E2

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