Did he grin his work to see

What the hammer what the chain

What the hammer what the chain

Ere half of my days on this dark international and wide

Did he grin his work to see

Pipe to the soul tunes of no tone

nonetheless i'll upward thrust

I am the dream and the hope of the slave

Shall I examine thee to a summer times day

Come close love as these hungry emerald eyes

extra pleased love more happy upbeat love

To serve therewith my Maker and present

To serve therewith my Maker and present

But still like air I'll rise

When in eternal lines to time thou growst

In the bivouac of Life

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

Without having to conquer

Ah happy happy boughs that cannot shed

I meandered desolate as a cloud