He’s a kneeling with the rest,
He that ought to ha’ clung while livin’
In his grand old eagle-nest,
He that ought to stand so fearless
While the wrecks around are hurled,—
Holding up a beacon peerless
To the oppressed of all the world—
Gone, to help the stealer stealing
Bigger pens to cram with slaves,—
Help the men who’re always dealing