Oh! that my soul had winged its flight,
When first I saw the morning light,
To worlds of liberty!"

"My genius from a boy
Has fluttered like a bird within my heart;
But could not thus confined her power employ,
Impatient to depart."

Alas! and am I born for this? To wear this slavish chain?

Because the brood-sows left side pigs were black
Whose sable tincture was by nature struck.
Were you by justice bound to pull them back
And leave the sandy colored pigs to suck.

"I leave my parents here behind
And all my friends to love resigned
'Tis grief to go, but death to stay
Farewell -- I'm gone with love away."