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,

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? --- then burn and blaze

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!