'YES, let Art go, if it must be br That with it men must starve — br If Music, Painting, Poetry br Spring from the wasted hearth!' br Yes, let Art go, till once again br Through fearless heads and hands br The toil of millions and the pain br Be passed from out the lands: br Till from the few their plunder falls br To those who've toiled and earned br But misery's hopeless intervals br From those who've robbed and spurned.