Princess

Listen to me, Moses: thou art young, And the warm blood of youth flushes thy veins Like generous wine; thou wearest thy manhood Like a crown; but what king e’er cast His diadem in the dust, to be trampled Down by every careless foot? Thou hast Bright dreams and glowing hopes; could’st thou not live Them out as well beneath the radiance Of our throne as in the shadow of those Bondage-darkened huts?