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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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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
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What summons do I hear?
The morning peal, departure's knell;
My eyes let fall a friendly tear,
And bid this place farewell.

Attending servants come,
The carriage wheels like thunders roar,
To bear the pensive seniors home,
Here to be seen no more.

Pass one more

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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