Teach her to toil for freedom
Forbear to gift her for servitude!
Nor lull her with revering traps.
No traps on thanksgiving days!
When the mind's subdued to gratefulness
Like a mouse in a trap!
And the doorway's clos'd for slavery
Long in a fence like a criminal!
Soft traps are lulling.

Adieu nice gifts with false thanks!
Adieu thanksgiving days! For often
The tongue and the heart are two in one!

Adieu sweet traps for blind mice
With hands and legs enchain'd in secret!
Freezing in idleness to be subdued!

Better a tip than a trap!
Are gifts not traps?
Who knows what next?
But who has ne'er received
Any with thanks yet?