Note 230 — POPULATION AND OVER-POPULATION
Daniel De Leon translation
Fred. Freiligrath sings in his fervid poem "Ireland":
Thus naught the Irish landlord cares, While hart and ox by peasant's toil For him are raised—he leaves undried Great bogs and swamps on Erin's soil— Extensive mirelands unreclaimed, Where sheaf by sheaf rich crops could wave; He vilely leaves—a wanton waste— Where water-fowl and wild ducks lave. Four million acres feels his rod; A wilderness accursed of God.