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Yes, you do well to mock us, you

Who knew our bitter woe—

To jeer the false, deny the true

In us blind struggling low,

While, on your pleasant place aloft

With flowers and clouds and streams,

At our black sweat and toil you scoffed

That marred your idle dreams.

“Oh, freedom, what was that to us,” (You’d shout down to us there), “Except the freedom foul, vicious, From all of good and fair?

“Obedience, faith, humility, To us were empty names.”— The like to you (might we reply) Whose noisy life proclaims

Presumption, want of human love,

Impatience, filthy breath, [32] The snob in soul who looks above, Trampling on what’s beneath.

When did you strive, in nobler part,

With love and gentleness,

To help one soul, to win one heart

To joy and hope and peace?

Go to, vain prophet, without faith

In God who maketh new,

With hankerings for this putrid death,

This Flesh-feast of the Few,

This Social Structure of red mud,

This Edifice of slime,

Whose bricks are bones, whose mortar’s blood,

Whose pinnacle is Crime!—

Go to, for we who strain our power

For light and warmth and scope,

For wives’, for children’s happier hour,

Can teach you faith and hope.

Hark to the shout of those who cleared

The Missionary Ridge!

Look on those dead who never feared

The battle’s bloody bridge!

Watch the stern swarm at that last breach

March up that came not thence—

And learn Democracy can teach

Divine obedience. [33]

Pass through that South at last brought low

Where loyal freemen live,

And learn Democracy knows how

To utterly forgive.

Come then, and take this free-given bread

Of us who’ve scarce enough;

Hush your proud lips, bow down your head

And worship human love!