So ’twere to cramp its use, if I
Should hook it to some useful end.
‘YOU ASK ME, WHY, THO’ ILL AT EASE.’
You ask me, why, tho’ ill at ease,
Within this region I subsist,
Whose spirits falter in the mist,
And languish for the purple seas.
It is the land that freemen till, 5
That sober-suited Freedom chose,