# The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African/Miscellaneous Verses

MISCELLANEOUS VERSES;
OR,
Reflections on the State of my Mind during my first Convictions of the Necessity of believing the Truth, and of experiencing the inestimable Benefits of Christianity.
WELL may I say my life has been One scene of sorrow and of pain; From early days I griefs have known, And as I grew my griefs have grown.
Dangers were always in my path, And fear of wrath and sometimes death; While pale dejection in me reign'd I often wept, by grief constrain'd.
When taken from my native land, By an unjust and cruel band, How did uncommon dread prevail! My sighs no more I could conceal.
To ease my mind I often strove, And tried my trouble to remove: I sung and utter'd sighs between— Assay'd to stifle guilt with sin.
​But, O! not all that I could do Would stop the current of my woe; Conviction still my vileness shew'd; How great my guilt — how lost to good.
'Prevented, that I could not die, 'Nor could to one sure refuge fly; 'An orphan state I had to mourn,— 'Forsook by all, and left forlorn.'
Those who beheld my downcast mien, Could not guess at my woes unseen: They by appearance could not know The troubles that I waded through.
Lust, anger, blasphemy, and pride, With legions of such ills beside, 'Troubled my thoughts,' while doubts and fears Clouded and darken'd most my years.
'Sighs now no more would be confin'd— 'They breath'd the trouble of my mind:' I wish'd for death, but check'd the word, And often pray'd untol the Lord.
Unhappy, more than some on earth, I thought the place that gave me birth— Strange thoughts oppress'd — while I replied, "Why not in Ethiopia died?"
And why thus spar'd when nigh to hell!— God only knew — I could not tell! — 'A tott'ring fence, a bowing wall, 'I though myself e'er since the fall.'
​Oft times I mus'd, and nigh despair, While birds melodious fill'd the air. Thrice happy songsters, ever free,' How blest were they compar'd to me!
Thus all things added to my pain; While grief compell'd me to complain; When sable clouds began to rise, My mind grew darker than the skies.
The English nation forc'd to leave, How did my breast with sorrow heave! I long'd for rest — cried "Help me, Lord! "Some mitigation, Lord, afford!"
Yet on, dejected, still I went— Heart throbbing woes within me pent; Nor land, nor sea, could comfort give, Nor aught my anxious mind relieve.
Weary with troubles yet unknown To all but God and self alone, Numerous months for peace I strove, Numerous foes I had to prove.
Inur'd to dangers, grief, and woes, Train'd up 'midst perils, death, and foes I said, "Must it thus ever be? "No quiet is permitted me."
Hard hap, and more than heavy lot! I pray'd to God, "Forget me not— "What thou ordain'st help me to bear; "But, O! deliver from despair!"
​Strivings and wrestling seem'd in vain; Nothing I did could ease my pain: Then gave I up my work and will, Confess'd and own'd my doom was hell!
Like some poor pris'ner at the bar, Conscious of guilt, of sin and fear, Arraign'd, and self-condemn'd I stood— "Lost in the world and in my blood!"
Yet here, 'midst blackest clouds confin'd, A beam from Christ, the day-star, shin'd; Surely, thought I, if Jesus please, He can at once sign my release.
I, ignorant of his righteousness, Set up my labours in its place; "Forgot for why his blood was shed, "And pray'd and fasted in his stead."
He dy'd for sinners — I am one; Might not his blood for me atone? Tho' I am nothing else but sin, Yet surely he can make me clean!
Thus light came in, and I believ'd; Myself forgot, and help receiv'd! My Saviour then I know I found, For, eas'd from guilt, no more I groan'd.
O, happy hour, in which I ceas'd To mourn, for then I found a rest! My soul and Christ were now as one— Thy light, O Jesus, in me shone!
Bless'd be thy name, for now I know I and my works can nothing do; "The Lord alone can ransom man— "For this the spotless Lamb was slain!"
When sacrifices, works, and pray'r, Prov'd vain, and ineffectual were, "Lo, then I come!" the Saviour cry'd And, bleeding, bow'd his head and dy'd.
He dy'd for all who ever saw No help in them, nor by the law; I this have seen; and gladly own "Salvation is by Christ alone!"