Abduhl Rahaman
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Title
Abduhl Rahaman
Description
'Tis he of Afric. By the reedy marge
Child of the cruel fate and blighted hope!
The throne before him, e'en his own keen brand,
But he hath gathered, in the land of slaves,
And he shall hail again the coffee bowers,
And he shall dwell there as the humble dwell:
Of broad bright Niger, hath he chased the deer,
Or led his warriors to the battle charge,When life's gay morning shone serenely clear.
Child of the cruel fate and blighted hope!
O sadly hath the morning changed and gone!
To thee that day spring never more shall ope,Nor Fame, nor fickle Fortune, lead thee on!
The throne before him, e'en his own keen brand,
Forsook him early, as the mists of night
Forsake the river of his native landBefore the sun's o'erwhelming flood of light
But he hath gathered, in the land of slaves,
Far nobler aspirations, and hath built
His hope of future bliss above the wavesThat dash'd the Moslem heaven and Moorish guilt.
And he shall hail again the coffee bowers,
And thick palm groves of Afric's sunny land;
But greet them not as in his boyhood's hours,When thousands knelt to kiss that princely hand
And he shall dwell there as the humble dwell:
In beatific love, with soul serene -
And there shall rest, how sweetly none can tell,By Niger's wave where droops the evergreen.
Creator
U.
Source
2:31, p. 247
Date
1828.10.24
Contributor
From the Con. Mir.
Collection
Citation
U., “Abduhl Rahaman,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/179.
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