THE SLAVE'S COMPLAINT
Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
And all pleasure take its flight,
Far beyond my feeble sight,
Worst of all, must Hope grow dim,
And withhold her cheering beam?
Rather let me sleep and dream
Something still my heart surveys,
Groping through this dreary maze;
Is it Hope?--then burn and blaze
Leave me not a wretch confined,
Altogether lame and blind--
Unto gross despair consigned,
Heaven! in whom can I confide?
Canst thou not for all provide?
Condescend to be my guide
And when this transient life shall end,
Oh, may some kind eternal friend
Bid me from servitude ascend,
by: George Moses Horton (c.1797-c.1883)
Sources: poetryarchive.com and unc.edu, and ncarts.org
Happy Juneteenth Everyone!
Yes, summer is almost officially here!
Peace to you ~
Peace to you as well and all the ancestors who were emancipated on this day in 1865. Although the Proclamation was made in 1862, Enslaved men and women did find out about until 3 years later in Galveston, Tx.
Thanks for this one. His poetry is really interesting.
"Bid me from servitude ascend,
That is nice.
I thought of you and your sweet wife, while I worked the festival.
Such sorrow, written in an understated manner:
And when this transient life shall end, Oh, may some kind eternal friend
Bid me from servitude ascend...
...which makes it even more effective.
Happy Juneteenth, B.B.! Thank you!
I liked the post Stephen. We should all remember, were it not for the prayers of the countless, nameless ancestors, none of us would be here. Knowing this is one source of strength.
Showers of blessings to you and yours.
Great poem. Reminds me of some of Claude Mckays poems.......
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