Poetry: Unchain The Laborer

Sírike from tliat laborer's limbs hischainf ín tlie ficrco sun the iron burns; By niglit, it ftlls his dreams with pain? JBy day, it galla hitn as he turns. Yes, and Yovn dreams it visits too, VVhen Fcar sfands o'er your restless be], And shakes it ín your ears. tII you Trcmble oe at an earthquake's tread. The chain, tliat binds yoü to yonr slave, Binds you to him. wiih ünks to strong, Tliat you must wear it to your grave, If, all your days, you do him wrong. Thcn break his chain. and let him gö, And, witb the spirit of a man. Earn yjur own bread; and you sliall know Peace. that you know not now, nor cao. Yes, from his body, and your soul, Throw oíT the load whüe yet you may; Thus strive, in faith, for heaven's high goal, And wait. in hope, the Jurfgment Day.