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POEMS.
Compelled from Fame, from Life, from Love to part,
Her absence still weighed heaviest on his heart[1].
And Freedom there, distracted and forlorn,
With heart all bleeding, and with locks all torn,
Weeps for his loss, nor weeps his loss alone;
She feels, that Fox's fate involves her own.
E'en now She hears from Afric's shores again
The moan of sorrow and the shriek of pain,
And sees, round sable limbs that chains are wound,
Limbs, had He lived, which never had been bound[2].
Her absence still weighed heaviest on his heart[1].
And Freedom there, distracted and forlorn,
With heart all bleeding, and with locks all torn,
Weeps for his loss, nor weeps his loss alone;
She feels, that Fox's fate involves her own.
E'en now She hears from Afric's shores again
The moan of sorrow and the shriek of pain,
And sees, round sable limbs that chains are wound,
Limbs, had He lived, which never had been bound[2].
Oh! Thou, my Friend! [a name I give to few;
A name, which forms my pride, when given to you!]
I will not tell thee, Holland,—"seek relief
From sport or study, and forget thy grief!"—
A name, which forms my pride, when given to you!]
I will not tell thee, Holland,—"seek relief
From sport or study, and forget thy grief!"—
