Covington Hall, Songs of Love and Rebellion — The conscience of the workers (1915)
“ The conscience of the workers—O my masters! nevermore Will we cringe and plead for mercy at your gold-stained temple door! We shall come in all the glory of the human soul awake, We shall reach our strong hands forward and our birthright we shall TAKE! The conscience of the workers—O my masters, heed you this: We, the workers, were awakened from the dead by Freedom's kiss ”
