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Awake, there is no living man
And him oppose with high disdain;
My mind, and I resume my chain.
I know not how, but I am brought
Now are they seated at a board
In that cold grandeur I am there. But what can mummied kings afford?
This is their meagre ghostly fare, And proves what fleshless things they stare! Yes! I am seated with the dead: How great, and yet how mean they are! Yes! I can scorn them while I dread?
They're gone!-and in their room I see
Brilliant as light; nor can there be
On earth that heavenly loveliness;
Or tell what living gems adorn
Yet, as I wonder and admire,
The grace is gone, the glory dead; And now it is but mean attire
Upon a shrivel❜d beldame spread, Laid loathsome on a pauper's bed,
Where wretchedness and woe are found, And the faint putrid odour shed
By all that's foul and base around!
A garden this? oh! lovely breeze!
Oh! flowers that with such freshness bloom!
Flowers shall I call such forms as these,
Or this delicious air perfume?
Oh! this from better worlds must come;
Of things so pure, so bright, so sweet!
Where? where? -am I reduced to this
Thus sunk in poverty extreme? Can I not these vile things dismiss?
No! they are things that more than seem: This room with that cross-parting beam Holds yonder squalid tribe and me But they were ever thus, nor dream Of being wealthy, favour'd, free!-
Shall I a coat and badge receive,
Of him- and ask it humbly then
Wretches! if ye were only poor,
I might be fill'd with manly rage;
We might such worthy sufferers call: But ye are birds that suit your cagePoor, vile, impatient, worthless all!
How came I hither? Oh, that Hag! 'Tis she the enchanting spell prepares ; By cruel witchcraft she can drag
My struggling being in her snares : Oh, how triumphantly she glares!
But yet would leave me, could I make Strong effort to subdue my cares.—
'TIS MADE!-and I to Freedom wake!