To the Memory of Edward Doney

A NATIVE OF AFRICA ,

Poor Edward blest the pirate bark which bore
His captive infancy from Gambia's shore
To where, in willing servitude, he won
Those best rewards for every duty done,
Kindness and Praise — the wages of the Heart!
None else to him , could joy or pride impart —
And gave him, born a Pagan and a Slave,
A Freeman's charter, and a Christian's grave.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.