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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Recaptured Slave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Woe to thee, tyrant! woe!<br>Does that white brow of thine which shows so fair<br>And the rich tint thy cheek is wont to wear,<br>Make thee the ruler of my destiny?<br>Or does thy blood more freely flow,<br>Than that which pours so madly now,<br>Along my burning veins—that thou should'st be<br>The favourite of fortune—proud and free—<br>And I should be thy slave—thy vassal?—no!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is true, I was thy slave—the power was thine—<br>And thou hadst made me such—through lingering years,<br>One weary task of ceaseless toil was mine,<br>Of servitude and tears—<br>But didst thou think no kindly glow,<br>Could warm my heart to joy or woe?<br>Mistaken fool! I heard thee name a name,<br>That rush'd like fire along my burning breast,<br>And from that instant there awoke a flame,<br>That ne'er has been, and ne'er shall be suppress'd—<br>I heard the glorious name of liberty!<br>And from that hour I panted to be free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had breathed on—not lived—in recklessness,<br>And idle dull submission to my fate;<br>But then the very sunbeams seem'd to press<br>Upon my senses, with a bitter weight—<br>As though they spake upbraidingly,<br>That all around me should be free,<br>And I should be so vile—that I should bow,<br>And tremble at the gathering of thy brow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once had loved the gushing mirth<br>Of the young spring—when bee, flower, bird,<br>And every thing upon the earth,<br>Seem'd fraught with joy—but now, one word,<br>One only word, came o'er my brain,<br>Again, again, again,<br>As if 't were scorch'd in characters of flame<br>And that one word was Freedom! all things seem'd<br>To shape their voices only to that name—<br>The wild bird's joyous song—the fish that gleam'd<br>Through the bright flood—the murmur of the wave—<br>Nay, even the breath of heaven—methought seem'd whispering, Slave!<br>I fled, and ere another set of sun,<br>My galling chains were broken—I was free!<br>A new, a bright existence was begun—<br>And my soul knew and felt its potency.<br>The voice of eve seem'd sweeter to my ears,<br>And all things brighter to my eye—till tears<br>From my full heart gush'd up tumultuously—<br>Wife, children, friends, were all forgotten—all—<br>I only felt that I was free from thrall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is over now—and I once more am thine—<br>But thinkest thou that, having known the bliss—<br>That though one moment only has been mine,<br>I will live on in servitude like this,<br>And wear the chains of bondage? tyrant, no!<br>My blood be on thy head! woe rest upon thee, woe!<br>Art thou my master! then come ask the wave,<br>To give thee back thy slave!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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