Saturday, July 2, 2011

George Moses Horton, Myself

George Moses Horton, Myself


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.


I know that I am old

And never can recover what is past,

But for the future may some light unfold

And soar from ages blast.


I feel resolved to try,

My wish to prove, my calling to pursue,

Or mount up from the earth into the sky,

To show what Heaven can do.


My genius from a boy,

Has fluttered like a bird within my heart;

But could not thus confined her powers employ,

Impatient to depart.


She like a restless bird,

Would spread her wings, her power to be unfurl’d,

And let her songs be loudly heard,

And dart from world to world.

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