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The tribe of auguries,These vehement unkempt visionaries . . .The men stride upon dirt paths, their glinting weapons sided,Guard well the motley chariots wherein their kin do dwellAnd stare long upon the harrowed horizon far off in HellAt brood on the gloomy regret childish hope once confided.

—CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

I am come of the seed of the people, the people that sorrow;Who have no treasure but hope,No riches laid up but a memory of an ancient gloryMy mother bore me in bondage, in bondage my mother was born,I am of the blood of the serfs.

—PADRAIG PEARSE

It seems to me that we can never have a complete settlement of world conditions until the Anglo-Saxon begins to realize that he is not of a superior race but that all races are equal.

—EDWARD J. FLYNN, Letter to Eleanor Roosevelt

I cannot forgetThat old home I leftIn that town of great renown,I long to go backTo that old-fashioned shackIn dear old Irish Town.

—ALDERMAN PATRICK LARNEY, Brooklyn Eagle, 12/22/1940