And find new quarters made to fit,
In negro tenements, to-wit;
And thus become, in very fact,
The things that they so much have cracked;
And hear their master, late their slave,
With furious tone and gesture rave;
And feel the lash he plies so well,
And howl in this congenial hell!
Transcendant life! immortal part!
I long to know what thing thou art;