The Lamp burns sure within
The Lamp burns sure within
Tho’ Serfs supply the Oil
It matters not the busy Wick
At her phosphoric toil!
The Slave forgets to fill
The Lamp burns golden on
Unconscious that the oil is out
As that the Slave is gone.
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