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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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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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Esteville begins to burn;
The auburn fields of harvest rise;
The torrid flames again return,
And thunders roll along the skies.

Perspiring Cancer lifts his head,
And roars terrific from on high;
Whose voice the timid creatures dread;
From which they strive with awe to fly.

The night-hawk ventures from his cell
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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, 
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