George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

Man, A Torch - Poem by George Moses Horton

Blown up with painful care and hard to light,
A glimmering torch blown in a moment out,
Suspended by a web, an angler's bait,
Floating at stake along the stream of chance,
Snatch'd from its hook by the fish of poverty,
A silent cavern is his last abode;
The king's repository veil'd with gloom,
The umbrage of a thousand oziers bowed,
The couch of hallowed bones, the grave's asylum,
The brave's retreat and end of ev'ry care.


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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/10/2015 8:03:00 AM)

    A silent cavern is his last abode;
    The king's repository veil'd with gloom,
    The umbrage of a thousand oziers bowed,
    The couch of hallowed bones, the grave's asylum,
    The brave's retreat and end of ev'ry care. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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