George Moses Horton (Джордж Мозес Хортон)

George Moses Horton, Myself

I FEEL myself in need
   Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore,
My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed,
   And all the world explore.

I know that I am old
   And never can recover what is past,
But for the future may some light unfold
   And soar from ages blast.

I feel resolved to try,
   My wish to prove, my calling to pursue,
Or mount up from the earth into the sky,
   To show what Heaven can do.

My genius from a boy,
   Has fluttered like a bird within my heart;
But could not thus confined her powers employ,
   Impatient to depart.

She like a restless bird,
   Would spread her wings, her power to be unfurl'd,
And let her songs be loudly heard,
   And dart from world to world. 

1. A Billet Doux
2. The Slave's Complaint
3. Farewell to Frances
4. The Creditor to His Proud Debtor
5. Death of a Favorite Chamber Maid

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