Oh that my soul had winged its flight, When first I saw the morning light, To worlds of liberty.
Oh that my soul had winged its flight, When first I saw the morning light, To worlds of liberty.
Alas and am I born for this To wear this slavish chain.
Because the brood-sows left side pigs were black; Whose sable tincture was by nature struck. Were you by justice bound to pull them back; And leave the sandy colored pigs to suck.
I leave my parents here behind And all my friends to love resigned'Tis grief to go, but death to stay Farewell -- I'm gone with love away.
My genius from a boy; Has fluttered like a bird within my heart; But could not thus confined her power employ, Impatient to depart.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories