...here's my unfinished work...
'twas time of vesper in the air
When old souls lingered in their chair;
When busy doings that did evoke
Had weighed upon the burdened's yoke;
At which, by then, their sighs were filled
Of thoughts of soils they turned and tilled;
The thought of but another day
That gently passed and gone away.
How much these folks had longed before
To live a life at yonder shore;
Where yonder be at not their own
But far-supposed from native home;
How all the more their brows were met
And many other feelings set;
When that, as years had come to flight,
Which they had sought is out of sight.
Because they came in groves and slaved,
With some in blood their way had paved;
For younger generation's sake:
'tis not too much a care to make.
Or so they thought and thought again
With feelings now of vile disdain;
Why God, in heaven's name, forbid
These things to happen as they did.
All came into account of note
A few years back when someone wrote:
...a thousand more verses go here...
That case in time which is referred
When future plannings were deferred,
For which many a heart was taken
When it was sung and ill-forsaken;
This song that had its merit made
On lives of those who dearly paid
The price of all of man's ambitions
In worldly power and convictions.