The daisied dawn is in the sky,
And the young day still dew and dream,
When on the innocent morning air
There comes a terrifying scream;
And the four ends of the sad earth
Repeat the hellish dreadful call;
Soft ladies murmur in soft beds -
"The morning whistle - that is all!"
And I too turn to sleep once more,
A haunted sleep all filled with pain;
For in my sleep I see the men,
The victims of colossal Gain,
Troop in the doors of servitude;
I see the children weary-eyed,
I see the time-clock, and I see
The endless day that glooms inside.
It is the Moloch of the dawn,
Capital calling for its prey -
Men, women and little boys and girls,
It's human sacrifice each day.
And, as I hear that dreadful scream,
High in the dawn all filled with song, -
I pray within my aching heart - "O Lord!
O Lord! How long! How long!"