To An Unionist.

"If you only knew How gladly I've given it All these years— The light of mine eyes, The heat of my lips, Mine agonies, My yearning tears, My blood that drips, My brain that sears: "If you only knew How gladly I've given it All these years— My hope and my youth, My manhood, my Art, My passion, my truth, My mind and my heart: "O my brother, you would not say, What have you to do with me? You would not, would not turn away Doubtingly and bitterly. "If you only knew How little I cared for These other things— The delicate speech, The high demand Of each from each, The imaginings Of Love's Holy Land: "If you only knew How little I cared for These other things— The wide clear view Over peoples and times, The search in the new Entrancing climes, Science's wings And Art's sweet chimes: "O my brother, if you only knew What to me in these things is understood, As it seems to me it would seem to you, What was good for the Cause was surely good: "O my brother, you would not say, What have you to do with me? You would not, would not turn away Doubtingly and bitterly. "But you would take my hand with your hand, "O my brother, if you only knew You would smile at me, you would understand, You would call me brother as I call you!"