 | The Poems of St. George Tucker of Williamsburg, Virginia 1752-1827 |  |
A Fable
I dreamed last night, the debt of nature paid,I, cheek by jowl, was by a Negro laid;
Provoked at such a neighborhood, I cried,
“Rascal! begone. Rot farther from my side.”
“Rascal!” said he, with arrogance extreme,
“Thou are the only rascal here, I deem;
Know fallen tyrant, I'm no more thy slave!
Quaco's a monarch's equal, in the grave.”
Dec. 25, 1812
| The Poems of St. George Tucker of Williamsburg, Virginia 1752-1827 | |