Inequality Is As Dear To The American

Out Of The Fragrant Heart Of Bloom, The Bobolinks Are Singing; Out Of The Fragrant Heart Of Bloom The Apple-tree Whispers To The Room, "why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

Why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

Inequality Is As Dear To The American Heart As Liberty Itself.

It Is The Curse Of Prosperity That It Takes Work Away From Us, And Shuts That Door To Hope And Health Of Spirit.

Some People Stay Longer In An Hour Than Others Can In A Week.