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!"