The hue which God hath given His Ox!
While burdening toils bow down his back,
Who asks if he be white or black?
And when his generous blood is shed,
Who shall deny its common red?
"Ye shall not muzzle"—God hath sworn—
"The Ox, that treadeth out the corn!"
I think no Christian law ordains
That Ox or Man should toil in chains.
So, haply, for an Ox I pray.