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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Morning Dream, A Ballad. To The Tune Of 'Tweed Side.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas in the glad season of spring,<br>Asleep at the dawn of the day,<br>I dream’d what I cannot but sing,<br>So pleasant it seem'd as I lay.<br>I dream’d that, on ocean afloat,<br>Far hence to the westward I sail'd,<br>While the billows high lifted the boat,<br>And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the steerage a woman I saw,<br>Such at least was the form that she wore,<br>Whose beauty impress'd me with awe,<br>Ne'er taught me by woman before.<br>She sat, and a shield at her side<br>Shed light, like a sun on the waves,<br>And smiling divinely, she cried--<br>'I go to make freemen of slaves.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, raising her voice to a strain<br>The sweetest that ear ever heard,<br>She sung of the slave's broken chain,<br>Wherever her glory appear'd.<br>Some clouds, which had over us hung,<br>Fled, chased by her melody clear,<br>And methought while she liberty sung,<br>'Twas liberty only to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus swiftly dividing the flood,<br>To a slave-cultured island we came,<br>Where a demon, her enemy, stood--<br>Oppression his terrible name.<br>In his hand, as the sign of his sway,<br>A scourge hung with lashes he bore,<br>And stood looking out for his prey<br>From Africa’s sorrowful shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon as, approaching the land,<br>That goddess-like woman he view'd,<br>The scourge he let fall from his hand,<br>With blood of his subjects imbrued.<br>I saw him both sicken and die,<br>And, the moment the monster expir'd,<br>Heard shouts, that ascended the sky,<br>From thousands with rapture inspir'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awaking, how could I but muse<br>At what such a dream should betide?<br>But soon my ear caught the glad news,<br>Which served my weak thought for a guide;<br>That Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves<br>For the hatred she ever has shown<br>To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,<br>Resolves to have none of her own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Asleep at the dawn of the day,
I dream’d what I cannot but sing,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay.
I dream’d that, on ocean afloat,
Far hence to the westward I sail'd,
While the billows high lifted the boat,
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