“In the city hives are clustered far too many human bees, we must swarm out into the country where there is honey enough and to spare,

  “’Go back to your mother, ye children, for shame,
  Who have wandered like truants, for riches and fame! 
  With a smile on her face, and a sprig in her cap,
  She calls you to feast from her bountiful lap.

  Come out from your alleys, your courts, and your lanes,
  And breathe, like your eagles, the air of our plains;
  Take a whiff from our fields, and your excellent wives
  Will declare it all nonsense insuring your lives.’

“You, who are strong, and who delight in buffetting the cold and snows, should go to the deserted New England farms or to the broad prairies of the West, the graneries of the world; but you who shrivel in the wintry blasts, and who are subject to rheumatism and coughs, should go to the sunny southlands where you can work and rejoice in a climate of perpetual summer.

“We have funds in abundance to secure lands for all, build houses, furnish essentials for tilling the soil, and provisions, until crops can be raised; this money you can repay in easy installments to be used to equip future applicants.  All wishing to secure these homes without money and without price can apply at the State House to-morrow.”

A glad shout which reached the stars and gladdened the angelic hosts was the immediate response to these tidings, and poverty was banished forever from the Great Republic.

The scene changes—­from stygian darkness, desolation and gloom of dingy, malodorous factories and streets, where ragged, hopeless beggars-for-work delve and curse, to the glorious sunlight and balmy air of the “Land of Flowers.”  Here we see pretty vine-clad cottages embowered in orange groves, and surrounded by luxuriant harvests of everything to make life worth the living.  Here we see the murderous villains of the Boston Christmas-day mobs, no longer blood-thirsty, but smiling and happy as they listen to the songs of birds, the bleating of their own flocks, the laughter of their delighted children, while the prosperous fathers “tickle the bosom of their own mother earth with the hoe to make it laugh with abundant crops for man and beast.”  The grateful citizens have named their towns in honor of their generous benefactors, thus establishing for Carneiges, Morgans and Rockefellers monuments to their memories which will endure forever.

Thus was removed for all time the antagonism between labor and capital; thus were envy and class hatreds banished from society, and thus was our glorious Republic secured upon firm foundations, which will endure “until the final day breaks and all earthly shadows flee away.”

Thus at last the prophetic vision of the poet seemed to be realized in “the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

  “One dream through all the ages
  Has led the world along: 
  The wise words of the sages,
  The poet in his song,
  The prophet in his vision,—­
  All these have caught the gleam,
  Have caught the light elysian,
  Have told the haunting dream.