IF WE DIE

			by Ethel Rosenberg

		You shall know, my sons, shall know
		why we leave the song unsung,
		the book unread, the work undone
		to rest beneath the sod.

		Mourn no more, my sons, no more
		why the lies and smears were framed,
		the tears we shed, the hurt we bore
		to all shall be proclaimed.

		Earth shall smile, my sons, shall smile
		and green above our resting place,
		the killing end, the world rejoice
		in brotherhood and peace.

		Work and build, my sons, and build
		a monument to love and joy,
		to human worth, to faith we kept
		for you, my sons, for you.





					Ossining. N.Y., JAN. 24, 1953