Beneath the southern star;
In bonds of slavery opprest,
In cruel arms of war.
III
From East, and South, and North;
From desert-cities shade,
From living tombs of toil, come forth,
Where rich man’s gold is made.
Beneath the southern star;
In bonds of slavery opprest,
In cruel arms of war.
From East, and South, and North;
From desert-cities shade,
From living tombs of toil, come forth,
Where rich man’s gold is made.