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<p>Tis <del>scarcely perhaps</del> <add>both </add> unwise & useless – I confess<lb/> | |||
' | To give such Spirit-stirring feelings vent:<lb/> | ||
With tyrants who reform not – nor repent<lb/> | |||
'Tis but a waste of words, to ask redress<lb/> | |||
For wrongs, which long with inward bitterness<lb/> | |||
Our Spirits have endured; – for we are bent<lb/> | |||
Down by the chains of bondage – & have lent<lb/> | |||
Our <del>silent</del> Souls to the infamous yoke – And now distress<lb/> | |||
And disappointment, – & awakened sense<lb/> | |||
Of our own <sic>depradation</sic> – speak in vain – <lb/> | |||
Slaves as we – Slaves we ever must remain –<lb/> | |||
Trampled upon by privileged insolence –<lb/> | |||
Our Sun is set – it will not rise again<lb/> | |||
And night reigns in its dark omnipotence</p> | |||
<p><unclear>Pain</unclear> 21/7/1821</p> | |||
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Tis scarcely perhaps both unwise & useless – I confess
To give such Spirit-stirring feelings vent:
With tyrants who reform not – nor repent
'Tis but a waste of words, to ask redress
For wrongs, which long with inward bitterness
Our Spirits have endured; – for we are bent
Down by the chains of bondage – & have lent
Our silent Souls to the infamous yoke – And now distress
And disappointment, – & awakened sense
Of our own depradation – speak in vain –
Slaves as we – Slaves we ever must remain –
Trampled upon by privileged insolence –
Our Sun is set – it will not rise again
And night reigns in its dark omnipotence
Pain 21/7/1821
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