Songs for the People.—No. VI. By George Donald . O had I an eagle’s wings To some solitude to flee, Where the sound of human things Ne’er would come to torture me ! Give me, give me.but a home, In some pathless forest’s shade Where with freedom I might roam Undisturbed and undismay’d. What’s the whole of human life— Life refined and civilized— One continued round of strife, Pain devising and practised ! Open force and secret guile— Envy, jealousy, and hate— Pinching, waut, and thriftless toil, Mankind’s masses desolate. Ye who sceptres. proudly sway Over the nations—guilty few— With the-teachers whom you pay, All this ruin’s wrought by you ; Tyrant rulers—Mammon’s priests — Foes of God, and pests of man ; Know that men are more than beasts, Think as well as feel they can ! Hear ye, whom the few devour, Shail this longer suffered be ? Are ye not their source of power ? Speak the word, and ye are free ! Kings, queens, and priests may dream, Still the many must submit ; Chains may clank, and blood may stream, There will be a reck’ning yet !* * “ Tears of blood will follow yet.” —Byron .