George Moses Horton (Джордж Мозес Хортон)

The Slave's Complaint

AM 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? -they 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! 

1. The Woodman and the Money Hunter
2. The Loss of Female Character
3. Praise of Creation
4. On the Poetic Muse
5. On the Truth of the Saviour

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