But still 'tis safe to wager
"That mind's the standard of the Man."
And now because my enemies
Have chained me tight and fast,
And cruel, heartless, brutal curs
Would hold me to the last—
Look here! I'll freely now submit,
Turn on your cathode rays
And learn, if now 'tis not too late,
The evil of my ways.
Then go up to that old bribed judge,
And prosecutor, too,
And bring their conscience here by mine
And search all through and through.
Look sharp! And now compare their minds
With this one, if you can,
And then apply the golden rule,