Another variant, from The People's Press, and Monthly Historical Newspaper, Vol. 2, No. 19, (London: James Watson, June, 1848), page 92:


LOOK ABOUT:
A RHYME FOR THE TIMES.
E. L. B.

The world is on the move;
Look about!
There is much we may improve,
Do not doubt!
And for all who understand
May be heard throughout the land
A warning-bell at hand,
Ringing out.

Shadows cast upon the globe,
Over all,
May enfold it with a robe,
Like a pall;
But as day must follow night,
So the shade that veils the sight
Shows what brilliancy of light
Bids it fall.

Though gloomy hearts despond
At the sky,
There’s a sun to shine beyond,
Bye-and-by.
Ere the vessel that we urge
Shall beneath the surface merge,
A beacon on the verge
Shall be nigh.

Dark shadows that abound,
We may scorn.
In the sunny rays around
They are born;
And as dawn succeeds to night,
So the darkness on the sight
Does but show the coming light
Of the morn!

Step by step the longest march
Can be done.
Single stones will form an arch,
One by one;
And with union what we will
Can be all accomplished still—
Drops of water turn a mill—
Singly, none!

Brag and bluster float as froth
O’er the wave;
Gory treason, worse than both,
Fools may rave;
But the honest hands that link
With the solemn heads that think,
And for pikes use—pen and ink.
Are the brave!

Let us onward then for Right,
Nothing more;
And let Justice be the might
We adore.
Build no hopes upon the sand,
For a people hand-in-hand
Can make this a better land
Than before.