Page:May-day and other pieces, Emerson, 1867.djvu/91

Rh But, laying hands on another

To coin his labor and sweat,

He goes in pawn to his victim

For eternal years in debt.

To-day unbind the captive,

So only are ye unbound;

Lift up a people from the dust,

Trump of their rescue, sound!

Pay ransom to the owner,

And fill the bag to the brim.

Who is the owner? The slave is owner,

And ever was. Pay him.

North! give him beauty for rags,

And honor, South! for his shame;

Nevada! coin thy golden crags

With Freedom's image and name.