Gustavus Vasa - and other poems by William Sidney Walker
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Alas! I left them on my native shore!
Stern Want around me pour'd her chilling woes, And no faint beam, to cheer my winter, rose. "At length, when years, with slow-revolving round, Had half assuaged my soul's eternal wound, And rural peace my humble efforts bless'd With one short calm of momentary rest; Sudden, the demons of tyrannic war } Whirl thro' our peaceful haunts his rapid car, } And waving standards kindle all the air: } In crackling heaps the flaming forests rise, The smoking cities darken half the skies. Thro' burning woods and falling towers I sprung, While torches hiss'd, and darts around me sung, And, still expectant of some happier time, Sought distant refuge in another clime. "My term of sorrows came not: black Despair, And lawless Force, and shrinking Fear, were there. Woes, yet unfelt, were nigh;--fell Slavery shed Her night of sorrows on my hapless head: Doom'd each imperious order to fulfil, And watch a ruthless master's various will. Five years, exposed to unremitted pain, I languish'd there--'till Friendship broke my chain. "Now o'er my head full fifteen suns had burn'd, } Since from my native rocks my eyes I turn'd: } And practised now in woe, my soul no longer mourn'd. } |
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