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Our flesh and blood too long have been
A staple of their food,
And now 'tis time that we begin
To seek each other's good;
To rescue from the iron heel
Of tyranny our brothers,
For this most holy cause we're met,
In this secluded place,
To take some measures requisite
To guard our injured race.
These ugly, sprawling monsters weave
Where they suspect or half believe
Then in some corner lie in wait,
Till one comes peeping in,
When, oh! 'tis horrid to relate,
The bloody monsters spin
Then with a fiendish grin at last,
They pick his quivering bones.
A vict'ry shall reward our pains;
To arms 'tis fate's decree!"
The stamping of countless feet declar'd
That willing hearts were found,
While a wondrous buzzing fill'd the air
Speaker. "They say they have a natural right
To trap the thievish fly,
That justice, always yields to might:
(A voice.) "The villains lie."
Speaker. "They say we're all such pilfering things,
Because we dip our filthy wings,"
Speaker. "They say the Fates did not design
That they have organs more refined,
They think us low and worthless curs,
Not worth an altercation:
Brothers, my blood with anger stirs,
And fury's indignation.
Their boasts are all a pack of lies,
Therefore, I offer, noble sirs,
A list of resolutions,
With which my heart in full concurs,
"Inasmuch as liberty is not an especial but common right, Not an inheritance, but a universal birth-right,Neither a creature of chance, nor confer'd by fate
Since from man to the beetle, and from the cricket to the mite,
Are made of the same free elements increate.
Thirdly and lastly, resolved, that we force
Once more the pattering of countless feet
Declared all plans were now complete,
At this, a troop of dragon-flies,
Arose, and looking wondrous wise,
Denounced all agitation.
"We may not hope to change," said they,
That some were formed for slavery,
Is evidenced indeed."
Another gang, with galaxies
Of eyes like constellations,
They'll only lead to civil strife,
And more insidious trappings,
Besides, 'tis not the better class,
We, therefore, cannot recommend
So hazardous a position;
Our boast of equal rights would end
The weak should always yield to might,
The simple to the wise,
The spider, therefore, deems it right
To trap defenseless flies.
Let those whoin nature's hand hath fitted,
To serve this humble end,
Be not by fiery zealots pitted;
To impiously contend
Against ther fate, in bold defiance
Worthies refrain from all alliance
Thus spake this cow'ring, servile crew,
And then exultingly withdrew,
While from the assembled multitude,
Arose the meek response:
May gentle peace, while yonder sun,
'Twas plain the wind had tuned her pipes,
To quite a different air;
And they who would not dance to stripes,
Must follow the tune, 'twas clear.
E'en liberty's most ardent friends,
"The public weal demands," said they,
"Some honorable concession:
Let's give at least to tyranny
Our only sacrifice will be
A weak and worthless tribe,
Its tendency has ever been,
The captive's bonds to tighten.
Let each discordant note be tuned,
And let this strife be ended;
Time oft hath healed a deeper wound,
A wider breach hath mended.
Let every web that spiders spin,