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A Parody. Air "Old Dr. Fleury."

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I am monarch of nought I survey,

My wrongs there are none to dispute;

My master conveys me away,

His whims or caprices to suit.

O slavery, where are the charms

That "patriarchs" have seen in thy face;

I dwell in the midst of alarms,

And serve in a horrible place.

I am out of humanity's reach,

And must finish my life with a groan;

Never hear the sweet music of speech

That tells me my body's my own.

Society, friendship, and love,

Divinely bestowed upon some,

Are blessings I never can prove,

If slavery's my portion to come.

Religion! what treasures untold,

Reside in that heavenly word!

More precious than silver or gold,

Or all that this earth can afford.

But I am excluded the light

That leads to this heavenly grace;

The Bible is clos'd to my sight,

Its beauties I never can trace.

Ye winds, that have made me your sport,

Convey to this sorrowful land,

Some cordial endearing report,

Of freedom from tyranny's hand.

My friends, do they not often send,

A wish or a thought after me?

O, tell me I yet have a friend,

A friend I am anxious to see.

How fleet is a glance of the mind!

Compared with the speed of its flight;

The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light.

When I think of Victoria's domain,

In a moment I seem to be there,

But the fear of being taken again,

Soon hurries me back to despair.

The wood-fowl has gone to her nest,

The beast has lain down in his lair;

To me, there's no season of rest,

Though I to my quarter repair.

If mercy, O Lord, is in store,

For those who in slavery pine;

Grant me when life's troubles are o'er,

A place in thy kingdom divine.