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Excerpt from The Hunter and Other Poems
As though by magic from the soil, Where tens of thousands weep, and toil; And where ten times ten thousands die, And lend their crumbling earth, to dry Some dark morass; for thus on high, Reared on its piles of human bones With earth, once quick, beneath its stones, Imperial Petersburgh arose. 'tis not of slavery's countless woes. My muse the servile theme disdains. She bids me raise my humble strains, And sing my native hills and plains Where Freedom staid her wandering feet When driven o'er the trackless main And found a home, a safe retreat While startled Tyrants strove in vain, To quench that day-spring from on high The dawning light of Liberty. Its glorious sun with rising light Has pierced the gloom of Europe's night; And streams along the Eastern skies From the deep sleep, in which he lies, Thy Genius, Man, will soon arise, And boldly throw, his chains aside. Then will the mighty dead, who died, And poured their blood upon his shrine, In every age, in every clime, Since the bright birth of infant Time, Start from the beds, where they recline. Then will their deathle'ss spirits smile, When, o'er the earth's remotest Isle, Their searching glance no slave can see When all Mankind alike are free. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
