On Seeing The Garment Strikers March

I see a hundred thousand marching by. I also see as many, many millions That are in spirit also marching by. And lo! methinks this is but a rehearsal

For the Exodus from the Land of Bondage-- And I behold with my prophetic eyes God's chosen people crossing the Red Sea; The workers of the world, God's chosen people, Are crossing the Red Sea of Revolution. And I behold the Industrial Commonwealth, The Promised Land of plenty and of peace, Where each one, under his own fig-tree seated, Shall sing his praises to the Lord of Life.