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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll to the dance! what boots it thus,<br>To brood o'er ills I cannot quell?<br>Amid the revel shout of mirth,<br>My bitter laugh shall mingle well.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I've toil'd beside my mates to-day,<br>To-night we'll join in seeming glee;<br>But when we part, with morning's light,<br>For aye, that parting glance will be.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I will not go!—this fire within,<br>Would choke me with its smother'd flames!<br>How could I tell the dear ones there,<br>Of that detested tyrant's claims?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I could endure the fetter's weight,<br>That I have borne with them so long,—<br>But not to wear a stranger's chain,<br>And crouch beneath a stranger's thong.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet this must be my morrow's fate!<br>To part with all that gave my doom,<br>Dark as it was and desolate,<br>A ray of light amidst its gloom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To bear the scourge, to wear the chain,<br>To toil with wearied heart and limb,<br>Till death should end my lengthen'd pain,<br>Or worn old age my senses dim:—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This have I borne, and look'd to bear,<br>All bitter as such lot must be;<br>But drearier still my life must wear,<br>Beneath a stranger's tyranny.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=117543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alas! 't would be a happier lot,<br>If, ere to-morrow's doom shall come,<br>My woes and wrongs were all forgot,<br>Amid the darkness of the tomb.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler&d=Poetical+Works">Poetical Works</a></em></div>

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