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Early Affection

George Moses Horton
I lov'd thee from the earliest dawn, 
   When first I saw thy beauty's ray, 
And will, until life's eve comes on, 
   And beauty's blossom fades away; 
And when all things go well with thee, 
With smiles and tears remember me. 
  
I'll love thee when thy morn is past, 
   And wheedling gallantry is o'er, 
When youth is lost in ages blast, 
   And beauty can ascend no more, 
And when life's journey ends with thee, 
O, then look back and think of me. 
  
I'll love thee with a smile or frown, 
   'Mid sorrow's gloom or pleasure's light, 
And when the chain of life runs down, 
   Pursue thy last eternal flight, 
When thou hast spread thy wing to flee, 
Still, still, a moment wait for me. 
  
I'll love thee for those sparkling eyes, 
   To which my fondness was betray'd, 
Bearing the tincture of the skies, 
   To glow when other beauties fade, 
And when they sink too low to see, 
Reflect an azure beam on me. 

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

George Moses Horton

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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
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DEAR MISS: Notwithstanding the cloud of doubts which overshadows the mind of adoring fancy, when I trace that vermillion cheek, that sapphire eye of expressive softness, and that symmetrical form of grace, I am constrained to sink into a flood of admiration beneath those heavenly charms. Though, dear Miss, it may

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Alas! and am I born for this,
   To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss,
   Through hardship, toil, and pain!
   
How long have I in bondage lain,
   And languished to be free!
Alas! and must I still complain--
   Deprived of liberty.

Oh, Heaven! and is there no relief
   This side the silent