Amelia Opie Poems
|41.||Lines Written At Norwich On The First News Of Peace||4/21/2010|
|42.||Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,||4/21/2010|
|43.||Lines on the Opening of a Spring Campaign||1/3/2003|
|44.||Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire||1/3/2003|
The Lucayan's Song
Hail, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!
To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
And here I'll make my early grave....
For what can misery do but die?
Sad was the hour when, fraught with guile,
Spain's cruel sons our valleys sought;
Unknown to us the Christian's wile,
Unknown the dark deceiver's thought.