John Woolman’s Dream

You work yourself to the bone
With the "Race of Ham" beside
Mining golden stones for Christian men.

Then they blaspheme Christ
And you set to His defense,
But they say, "Christ is a tyrant
"If His followers have placed us in these bonds."

In subconscious reverie
It can be seen, you will not stand
Christian men, like Beasts,
Who put their brothers into such misery.
For, why would good Christian men
Damn souls of the innocents in a living hell?

It is your own conscience accusing you
As mine does too, in this day.
We both have been at odds with
The Christmen of our day
For various reasons.
You for this, I for their gross lasciviousness.