Some men of wit and letters, cultured and refined,
Others moral lepers, with heart and conscience blind.
From drawing room and brothel, farm and city slum,
Some by acts of justice, some through perjury come;
The innocent and guilty, callow youth and age,
All can be imprisoned in this Christian age!
But they who seek for liberty no innocence must plead—
Gold, and plenty of it, will be all they need.
Some young souls are making, for a stated time,
This, their maiden effort, on the sea of crime.