<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><span style="caret-color: rgb(52, 52, 52); color: rgb(52, 52, 52); font-family: "Poets Electra Roman No 2"; font-size: 2.5rem; font-style: italic; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(30, 30, 30, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">Comrades Four</span><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><span></span>by Claude McKay<br><span></span><br><span>Dear comrades, my comrades,</span><br><span> My heart is always true;</span><br><span>An’ ever an’ ever</span><br><span> I shall remember you.</span><br><span></span><br><span>We all joined together,</span><br><span> Together joined we four;</span><br><span>An’ I have been first to</span><br><span> Pass t’rough the open door.</span><br><span></span><br><span>We four drilled together,</span><br><span> Together drilled we all;</span><br><span>An’ I’ve been the first to</span><br><span> Flee from the life o’ gall.</span><br><span></span><br><span>We parted, dear comrades,</span><br><span> We parted all in tears,</span><br><span>An’ each went his own way</span><br><span> To shoulder life’s sad cares.</span><br><span></span><br><span>O comrades, my comrades,</span><br><span> What is de lasting gain,</span><br><span>But all t’rough de tempest</span><br><span> A heart of unmixed pain?</span><br><span></span><br><span>My comrades, loved comrades,</span><br><span> I hear your bitter cry;</span><br><span>But life’s pain will end, boys,</span><br><span> Will end yet—by an’ by.</span><br><span></span><br><span>—————————————————</span><br><span></span><br><span>Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span><br><span></span><br><span>"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span><br><span>http://www.MoscowCares.net</span><br><span></span><br><span>Tom Hansen</span><br><span>Moscow, Idaho</span><br><span></span><br><span>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</span><br><span>- Roy E. Stolworthy</span><br></div></div></body></html>