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George Moses Horton, Myself

George Moses Horton
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. 

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

George Moses Horton

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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
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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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When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,
I then implored a mild auspicious gale;
And from the slippery strand I took my flight,
And sought the peaceful haven of delight.

Tyrannic storms arose upon my soul,
And dreadful did their mad'ning thunders roll;
The pensive muse was shaken from her sphere,
And hope,