Never, since history began,
Was such a struggle waged by man,
Nor so much won as in the span
He fought.
A tortured world of misery
Writhed round him; scourged with calumy
To liberate humanity
He fought.
Against innumerable odds,
Deep disillusionment, the squads
Of fascists, and the labor frauds.
He fought.
The rampant chauvinistic flood
Stained not hi* banner with its mud;
To keep it red as workers* blood
He fought.
His struggle stamps the finest page
In labors glorious heritage;
Foremost of Marx's lineage
He fought.
And we, through him who bathed in day
Our eyes, and steeled our red array,
Shall triumph, if we fight the way
He fought.