Upstarts

What do you say? That we, the toilers — the slaves —
Why strain at the gnat name
Who swallow the camel thing your pocket craves?) —
That we are " just the same, "

(Nay, worse) when power is ours and wealth — that we
Are harder masters still,
More keen to ring her last from Misery,
More greedy of our will?

'Tis true! And when you see men so — see us ,
Sneer at us, call us swine!
" How we must love you who have made us thus,
You may perhaps divine! "
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