Work for thy master, work, thou slave—
He is not merciful, but brave.
Be’t joy to serve, who free and proud
Scorns thee and all the ignoble crowd;
Take that, ’tis all thou art allowed,
Except the snaky hope that they
May sometime serve who rule to-day.
When, by hell-demons, shan’t they pay?
O wickedness, O shame and grief,
And heavy load, and no relief!