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?
       
      Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
      And all pleasure take its flight,
      Far beyond my feeble sight,
      Forever?
       
      Worst of all, must Hope grow dim,
      And withhold her cheering beam?
      Rather let me sleep and dream
      Forever!
       
      Something still my heart surveys,
      Groping through this dreary maze;
      Is it Hope?--then burn and blaze
      Forever!
       
      Leave me not a wretch confined,
      Altogether lame and blind--
      Unto gross despair consigned,
      Forever!
       
      Heaven! in whom can I confide?
      Canst thou not for all provide?
      Condescend to be my guide
      Forever:
       
      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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