Bondage
by Lucy White Jennison (1746-1840) |
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"AND this is freedom!" cried the serf; "At last
I
tread free soil, the free air blows on me;"
And, wild to
learn the sweets of liberty,
With eager hope his bosom
bounded fast.
But not for naught had the long years
amassed
Habit of slavery; among the free
He still was
servile, and, disheartened, he
Crept back to the old
bondage of the past.
Long did I bear a hard and heavy
chain
Wreath�d with amaranth and asphodel,
But through the flower-breaths stole the weary pain.
I
cast it off and fled, but 't was in vain;
For when once
more I passed by where it fell,
I took it up and bound it
on again. |
By Lucy White Jennison (1746-1840)
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January 4, 2013 |
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