“UPSTARTS.”

What? do you say that we, the toilers — the slaves —

( Why strain at the gnat name

Who swallow the camel thing your pocket craves? ) —

That we are “just the same,”

( Nay, worse ) when power is ours and wealth — that we

Are harder masters still,

More keen to ring her last from misery,

More greedy of our will?

‘ Tis true! And when you see men so — see us

Sneer at us, call us swine!—

“How we must love you who have made us thus,

You may perhaps divine!”