Alas! and am I born for this,
To wear this slavish chain?
Deprived of all created bliss,
Through hardship, toil and pain!
How long have I in bondage lain,
And languished to be free!
Alas! and must I still complain
Deprived of liberty.
Oh, Heaven! and is there no relief
This side the silent grave
To soothe the painto quell the grief
And anguish of a slave?
Come Liberty, thou cheerful sound,
Roll through my ravished ears!
Come, let my grief in joys be drowned,
And drive away my fears.
Say unto foul oppression, Cease:
Ye tyrants rage no more,
And let the joyful trump of peace,
Now bid the vassal soar.
Soar on the pinions of that dove
Which long has cooed for thee,
And breathed her notes from Africs grove,
The sound of Liberty.
Oh, Liberty! thou golden prize,
So often sought by blood
We crave thy sacred sun to rise,
The gift of natures God!
Bid Slavery hide her haggard face,
And barbarism fly:
I scorn to see the sad disgrace
In which enslaved I lie.
Dear Liberty! upon thy breast,
I languish to respire;
And like the Swan unto her nest,
Id like to thy smiles retire.
Oh, blest asylumheavenly balm!
Unto thy boughs I flee
And in thy shades the storm shall calm,
With songs of Liberty!
