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Show 244 A DYING SOLILOQUY. for the buoyancy of the "·atcr. Seeing l1is condition, the slave-catchers retreated, cool1y remarking that 11 dcaclniggcrs were not worth taking Sout11." 'rhnn be a slave, Dread death I'll brave, And hail tl10 moment ncar, ·when tile soul mid pain, Shall burot the chain 'l'J,at long Las bound it here. Earth's thrilling pulse, ).fan's f'tcrn repulse, This 'rcary heart no Jongcr feels; Its beating hushed Its Ynin hopes crushed, It craves that 1 ifc which death reycals. That moment great J\fy son] would wait, In awe and peace sublime i K or bitter tears, Nor slave-born fears, As I pass from earth to time. A DYING SOLILOQUY. The angry past, Like phantoms vast, Gljdes by likt: the rushing wave; So soon shall I, Forgotlcn lie, In the depths of my briny grave. 'l'hc tiwc shall be, "\Vbcn no more sea" Shall hide its treasures lone; 'l'hcn my soul shall rise, Clothed for the skies, 'ro find its blissful home. Foul deeds bid wrong rrhc whip and thong, IIavc scored my manhood's heart, But ne'er again Shall fiends constrain My body to the slave's vile mru:t. The 'whelming wavc1 'l'his corpse shall lave ; Let the winds still pipe aloud, 245 |
