Classic Poem

My years were short and troubled upon earth,
And all my moments wretched though so few;
The bitter boon Fate gave me at my birth
Ere my fifth lustre ended she withdrew.
Strange lands and unknown seas I wandered through
Seeking for life some palliative or cure,
But that which no kind chance before me threw
Nor travel, toil, nor peril might procure
Nor all that mortal man could dare or do
Devise — attempt — encounter — or endure.
On Lusitania's nursing breast I grew
My home Alemquer and the sea my grave:
A tyrants jealousy the cause that drew
Destruction on my head — it's cause a slave!