Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“ Of tortured creatures rose and swelled the orchestra of pain.
And then methought the gentle Christ appeared to me, and spoke:
‘I called you, but ye answered not’ - and in my fear I woke.
Then next I heard the roar of mills; and moving through the noise,
Like phantoms in an underworld, were little girls and boys.
Their backs were bent, their brows were pale, their eyes were sad and old;
But by the labour of their hands greed added gold to gold.
Again the Presence and the Voice: ‘Behold the crimes I see,
As ye have done it unto these, so have ye done to me.’
Again I slept. ”

“ There rose an anguished cry of pain, a loud, appealing call;
As man - the dumb beast’s next of kin - with gun, and whip, and knife,
Went pleasure-seeking through the earth, blood-bent on taking life. ”

“ He stood beside me, stood upright - and then I turned in wrath.
‘Go back!’ I cried. ‘What right have you to walk beside me here?
For you are black, and I am white.’ I paused, struck dumb with fear.
For lo! the black man was not there, but Christ stood in his place ”