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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343085" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lucayan's Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail, lonely shore! hail, desert cave!<br>To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,<br>And here I'll make my early grave....<br>For what can misery do but die? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad was the hour when, fraught with guile,<br>Spain's cruel sons our valleys sought;<br>Unknown to us the Christian's wile,<br>Unknown the dark deceiver's thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They said, that here, for ever blest,<br>Our loved forefathers lived and reigned;<br>And we, by pious fondness prest,<br>Believed the flattering tales they feigned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when we learnt the mournful truth....<br>No, I'll the horrid tale forbear:<br>For on our trusting, blighted youth,<br>My brethren, who will drop a tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou treasure of these burning eyes,<br>Where wave thy groves, dear native isle?<br>Methinks where yon blue mountains rise,<br>'Tis there thy precious valleys smile!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes....yes....these tears of joy that start,<br>The softly-soothing truth declare:<br>Thou whisperest right, my beating heart....<br>My loved regretted home is there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then its trees that wave so high,<br>The glittering birds that deck each grove,<br>I cannot, cannot hence descry,<br>Nor, dearer far, the forms I love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still the winds that cool my brow,<br>And o'er these murmuring waters come,<br>A joy that mocks belief bestow;<br>For sure they lately left my home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then deeply I'll the breeze inhale,<br>To life it yet imparts one joy,<br>Methinks your breath has filled the gale,<br>My faithful love, my prattling boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My prattling boy, my beauteous wife!<br>Say, do you still my name repeat,<br>And only bear the load of life<br>In hopes that we once more may meet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love! in dreams thou still art nigh,<br>But changed and pale thou seemest to be;<br>Yet still the more thou charmest my eye,<br>I think thee changed by love for me:....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While oft, to fond remembrance true,<br>I see thee seek the sparkling sand,<br>In hopes the little bark to view<br>That bears me to my native land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But never more shall Zama's eye<br>Her loved returning husband see,<br>Nor more her locks of ebon dye<br>Shall Zama fondly braid for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still, with hope chastised by fear,<br>Watch for my bark from yonder shore,<br>And still, my Zama, think me near,<br>When this torn bosom throbs no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet surely hope, each day deceived,<br>At length to daring deeds will fire;<br>The Spaniard's tale no more believed,<br>My fate will fearful doubts inspire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then, blest thought! across the main<br>Thou'lt haste, thy injured love to find,<br>All danger scorn, all fears disdain,<br>And gladly trust the waves and wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ha! even now the distant sky<br>Seems by one spot of darkness crost;<br>Yes, yes, a vessel meets my eye!.....<br>Or else I gaze in phrensy lost!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It hither steers!........No....beating breast,<br>Too well I see what bade thee glow;<br>The sea-bird hastening to its nest,<br>To taste a joy I ne'er shall know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moment of hope, too bright to last,<br>Thou hast but deepened my despair;<br>But woe's severest pangs are past,<br>For life's last closing hours are near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T was morn when first this beach I sought,<br>Now evening's shadows fill the plain;<br>Yet here I've stood entranced in thought,<br>Unheeding thirst, fatigue, or pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T is past....I faint...my throbbing brow<br>Cold clammy drops I feel bedew;<br>Dear native shore! where art thou now?....<br>Some Spaniard shuts thee from my view.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monster, away! and let me taste<br>That joy in death, in life denied!<br>Still let me o'er the watery waste<br>Behold the hills which Zama hide!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! I rave! no foe is near;<br>'T is death's thick mist obscures my sight;<br>Those precious hills, to memory dear,<br>No more shall these fond eyes delight!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But sent from thee, my native shore,<br>Again that precious breeze is nigh....<br>Zama, I feel thy breath once more,<br>And now content, transported, die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amelia+Opie">Amelia Opie</a><div class=q>
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To you, o'erjoyed, from men I fly,
And here I'll make my early grave....
For what can misery do but die? 

Sad was the hour when, fraught with guile,
Spain's cruel sons our valleys sought;
Unknown to us the C..."></div>
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