The Exhibited Dwarf
Nathaniel Thomas Haynes
Bayly
Bayly, Thomas Haynes
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I lay without my father’s door,
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The Exhibited Dwarf
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By Thomas Haynes Bayly
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I lay without my father’s door,
A wretched dwarfish boy ;
I did not dare to lift the latch,—
I heard the voice of joy :
Too well I knew when I was near,
My father never smiled ;
And she who bore me turn’d away,
Abhorring her poor child.
A stranger saw me, and he bribed
My parents with his gold ;
Oh ! deeper shame awaited me—
The dwarfish boy was sold !
They never loved me, never claim’d
The love I could have felt ;
And yet, with bitter tears, I left
The cottage where they dwelt.
The stranger seem’d more kind to me,
He spoke of brighter days ;
He lured each slumb’ring talent forth,
And gave unwonted praise ;
Unused to smiles, how ardently
I panted for applause !
And daily he instructed me—
Too soon I learn’d the cause.
I stood upon his native shore ;
The secret was explain’d ;
I was a vile, degraded slave,
In mind and body chain’d !
Condemn’d to face, day after day,
The rabble’s ruffian gaze ;
To shrink before their merriment,
Or blush before their praise !
In anguish I must still perform
The oft-repeated task ;
And courteously reply to all
Frivolity may ask !
And bear inhuman scrutiny,
And hear the hateful jest !
And sing the song,—then crawl away
To tears instead of rest !
I know I am diminutive,
Aye, loathsome, if you will ;
But say, ye hard hearts ! am I not
A human being still ?
With feelings sensitive as yours,
Perhaps I have been born ;
I could not wound a fellow Man
In mockery, or scorn !
But some there are who seem to shrink
Away from me at first,
And then speak kindly ; to my heart
That trial is the worst !
Oh, then I long to kneel to them,
Imploring them to save
A bonelece wretch, who only asks
An honorable grave.