We call them savage--O be just

We call them savage—O be just! Their outraged feelings scan; A voice comes forth, 'tis from the dust— The savage was a man! Think ye he loved not? who stood by, And in his toils took part? Woman was there to bless his eye— The savage had a heart! Think ye he prayed not? when on high He heard the thunders roll, What bade him look beyond the sky? The savage had a soul!