THE SLAVE'S COMPLAINT
by: George Moses Horton
(c.1797-c.1883)
- M I sadly
cast aside,
- On misfortune's rugged tide?
- Will the world my pains deride
- Forever?
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- Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
- And all pleasure take its flight,
- Far beyond my feeble sight,
- Forever?
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- Worst of all, must Hope grow dim,
- And withhold her cheering beam?
- Rather let me sleep and dream
- Forever!
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- Something still my heart surveys,
- Groping through this dreary maze;
- Is it Hope?--then burn and blaze
- Forever!
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- Leave me not a wretch confined,
- Altogether lame and blind--
- Unto gross despair consigned,
- Forever!
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- Heaven! in whom can I confide?
- Canst thou not for all provide?
- Condescend to be my guide
- Forever:
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- And when this transient life shall end,
- Oh, may some kind eternal friend
- Bid me from servitude ascend,
- Forever!
"The Slave's Complaint"
is reprinted from The Hope of Liberty. George M. Horton.
Raleigh: J. Gales, 1829. |
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