Covington Hall

“ Ruby-crowned and splendid—rubies of a baby's life-blood made,
Richer than the gems of nature, of a stranger, deeper shade,
On their snow-white bosoms quivered as the dames of fashion prayed.
Then I went into the dungeons where the brute men cringe and crawl—
Men to every high thought blinded—men no longer men at all—
And my eyes looked upward to the men whom we "successful" call,
And the sign was in their foreheads and their thrones about to fall. ”

“ You whose souls have never anguished at the death watch of the poor!
You who rape the starving millions and yet grasp for more and more,
Raimenting in rags our mother, raimenting in silks your whore? ”