Poem by George Moses Horton

The Slave's Complaint

AM I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
    Forever?

Must I dwell in Slavery's night
And all pleasure take its flight,
Far beyond my feeble sight,
    Forever?

Worst of all, must hope grow dim,
And withhold her cheering beam?
Rather let me sleep and dream
    Forever!

Something still my heart surveys,
Groping through this dreary maze;
Is it hope? -they burn and blaze
    Forever!

Leave me not a wretch confined,
Altogether lame and blind-
Unto gross despair consigned,
    Forever!

Heaven! in whom can I confide?
Canst thou not for all provide?
Condescend to be my guide
    Forever:

And when this transient life shall end,
Oh, may some kind, eternal friend
Bid me from servitude ascend,
    Forever! 

1. On the Evening and Morning
2. A Billet Doux
3. Regret for the Departure of Friends
4. Death of a Favorite Chamber Maid
5. Meditation on a Cold, Dark, and Rainy Night

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