Alfred Gibbs Campbell Poems

Though Death now seem triumphant, as he waves
His dreadful banner o'er a world of graves,
And feasts, with ghoulish glee, on broken hearts,
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My dear, true wife,
Life of my life,
And my heart's solace only,
Thou knowest not
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Were death a never-ending sleep,
And the dark grave life's final goal,
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What! boast of Freedon, while ye bind
Three millions of our race in chains,
Whom ye have doomed to every kind
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Hard at their oars the fishers toiled,
But adverse winds their labors foiled;
Torn into shreds, their useless sail
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Thou hast taught us, Lord, that where
Two or three are met for prayer,
Thou wilt certainly be there!
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O god! look down and see
Outraged Humanity
'Neath the Oppressor's rod!
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Whence, O my soul! and wherefore, art thou come?
Mysterious inmost! tell me what art thou?
Where in the by-gone ages was thy home?
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The deep suspense is o'er;
The bloodless battle's past;
Freedom from shore to shore,
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All of us have our ships at sea;
Will they ever reach port, I wonder.
A few may sail in merrily,
But most will the wild waves sunder.
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