The Poetry Corner

A Glimpse Of China. "Caste."

By Francis William Lauderdale Adams

These Chinese toil and yet they do not starve, And they obey, and yet they are not slaves. It is the "free-born" fuddled Englishmen That grovel rotting in their living graves. These Chinese do not fawn with servile lips; They lift up equal eyes that ask and scan. Their degradation has escaped at least That choicest curse of all - the gentleman!