George Moses Horton

(1797 - 1884 / Northampton, North Carolina)

The Slave's Complaint - Poem by George Moses Horton

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,

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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