May this console you
When the black grave covers me
And past sorrows are your only company.
May my thoughts comfort you
As now they bludgeon me.
This memorial I write with shaking hand,
With broken heart that envy never buried,
These pallid words of little merit
Will come to you as from an unknown land.
And when the afflictions of the future
Break upon you, wave on wave
This memorial will tell you I too suffered
As my spirit crept into this heartless grave.
And will your lips begin to quiver
when you read, letter by letter,
the words that hewed me to a dying slave ?