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William Cowper - The Morning Dream, A Ballad. To The Tune Of `Tweed Side.`William Cowper - The Morning Dream, A Ballad. To The Tune Of `Tweed Side.`
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`Twas in the glad season of spring, Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream’d what I cannot but sing, So pleasant it seem`d as I lay. I dream’d that, on ocean afloat, Far hence to the westward I sail`d, While the billows high lifted the boat, And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail`d. In the steerage a woman I saw, Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress`d me with awe, Ne`er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side Shed light, like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cried-- "I go to make freemen of slaves." Then, raising her voice to a strain The sweetest that ear ever heard, She sung of the slave`s broken chain, Wherever her glory appear`d. Some clouds, which had over us hung, Fled, chased by her melody clear, And methought while she liberty sung, `Twas liberty only to hear. Thus swiftly dividing the flood, To a slave-cultured island we came, Where a demon, her enemy, stood-- Oppression his terrible name. In his hand, as the sign of his sway, A scourge hung with lashes he bore, And stood looking out for his prey From Africa’s sorrowful shore. But soon as, approaching the land, That goddess-like woman he view`d, The scourge he let fall from his hand, With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die, And, the moment the monster expir`d, Heard shouts, that ascended the sky, From thousands with rapture inspir`d. Awaking, how could I but muse At what such a dream should betide? But soon my ear caught the glad news, Which served my weak thought for a guide; That Britannia, renown`d o`er the waves For the hatred she ever has shown To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves, Resolves to have none of her own.
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