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THE DYING SLAVE.

1 Faint-gazing on the burning orb of day,
2 When Afric's injured son expiring lay,
3 His forehead cold, his labouring bosom bare,
4 His dewy temples, and his sable hair,
5 His poor companions kissed, and cried aloud,
6 Rejoicing, whilst his head in peace he bowed:
7 Now thy long, long task is done,
8 Swiftly, brother, wilt thou run,
9 Ere to-morrow's golden beam
10 Glitter on thy parent stream,
11 Swiftly the delights to share,
12 The feast of joy that waits thee there.
13 Swiftly, brother, wilt thou ride
14 O'er the long and stormy tide,
15 Fleeter than the hurricane,
16 Till thou see'st those scenes again,
17 Where thy father's hut was reared,
18 Where thy mother's voice was heard;[Page 59]
19 Where thy infant brothers played
20 Beneath the fragrant citron shade;
21 Where through green savannahs wide
22 Cooling rivers silent glide,
23 Or the shrill cicalas sing
24 Ceaseless to their murmuring;
25 Where the dance, the festive song,
26 Of many a friend divided long,
27 Doomed through stranger lands to roam,
28 Shall bid thy spirit welcome home!
29 Fearless o'er the foaming tide
30 Again thy light canoe shall ride;
31 Fearless on the embattled plain
32 Thou shalt lift thy lance again;
33 Or, starting at the call of morn,
34 Wake the wild woods with thy horn;
35 Or, rushing down the mountain-slope,
36 O'ertake the nimble antelope;
37 Or lead the dance, 'mid blissful bands,
38 On cool Andracte's yellow sands;
39 Or, in the embowering orange-grove,
40 Tell to thy long-forsaken love
41 The wounds, the agony severe,
42 Thy patient spirit suffered here!
43 Fear not now the tyrant's power,
44 Past is his insulting hour;
45 Mark no more the sullen trait
46 On slavery's brow of scorn and hate;
47 Hear no more the long sigh borne
48 Murmuring on the gales of morn!
49 Go in peace; yet we remain
50 Far distant toiling on in pain;
51 Ere the great Sun fire the skies
52 To our work of woe we rise;[Page 60]
53 And see each night, without a friend,
54 The world's great comforter descend!
55 Tell our brethren, where ye meet,
56 Thus we toil with weary feet;
57 Yet tell them that Love's generous flame,
58 In joy, in wretchedness the same,
59 In distant worlds was ne'er forgot;
60 And tell them that we murmur not;
61 Tell them, though the pang will start,
62 And drain the life-blood from the heart,
63 Tell them, generous shame forbids
64 The tear to stain our burning lids!
65 Tell them, in weariness and want,
66 For our native hills we pant,
67 Where soon, from shame and sorrow free,
68 We hope in death to follow thee!

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Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh: James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street..., 1855, pp. 58-60.  (Page images digitized from a copy held at the University of California Libraries.)

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