George Moses Horton

When auburn Autumn mounts the stage,
And Summer fails her charms to yield,
Bleak nature turns another page,
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Hail, thou auspicious vernal dawn!
Ye birds, proclaim the winter's gone,
Ye warbling minstrels sing;
Pour forth your tribute as ye rise,
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Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
Forever?
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I was a harness horse,
Constrained to travel weak or strong,
With orders from oppressing force,
Push along, push along.
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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,
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Alas! and am I born for this,
To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss,
Through hardship, toil and pain!
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Sweet memory, like a pleasing dream,
Still lends a dull and feeble ray;
For ages with her vestige teems,
When beauty's trace is worn away.
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Esteville fire begins to burn;
The auburn fields of harvest rise;
The torrid flames again return,
And thunders roll along the skies.
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Whilst tracing thy visage I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;
Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
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It well bespeaks a man beheaded, quite
Divested of the laurel robe of life,
When every member struggles for its base,
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Brave Grant, thou hero of the war,
Thou art the emblem of the morning star,
Transpiring from the East to banish fear,
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Deceitful worm, that undermines the clay,
Which slyly steals the thoughtless soul away,
Pervading neighborhoods with sad surprise,
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When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,
I then implored a mild auspicious gale;
And from the slippery strand I took my flight,
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Sweet on the house top falls the gentle shower,
When jet black darkness crowns the silent hour,
When shrill the owlet pours her hollow tone,
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Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise,
On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize;
From thy bright rays the gloom of strife is driven,
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I feel myself in need
Of the inspiring strains of ancient lore,
My heart to lift, my empty mind to feed,
And all the world explore.
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I loved thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty's ray;
And will until life's eve comes on,
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See sad deluded love, in years too late,
With tears desponding o'er the tomb of fate,
While dusky evening's veil excludes the light
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Far, far above this world I soar,
And almost nature lose,
Aerial regions to explore,
With this ambitious Muse.
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Oh, heartless dove! mount in the skies,
Spread thy soft wing upon the gale,
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