Montague Horatio Mostyn Turtle Pigott: A Lament (Poem)

A Lament

They beat me black; they beat me blue,

Until my rue-
-ful visage would not bear inspection;

They broke me, too,

Though ’twas I who
Was once considered quite perfection.

How things are changed ! I once was great,

But yet of late
IVe fallen from my proud position ;

Hard is my fate,

I’m out of date ;
How altered now is my condition !

How will it end? What’s Fate’s decree?

Perchance Til be
Hung high as Haman by a neck-cord ;

Oh ! pity me,

For here you see
A broken, battered, shattered record.

Montague Horatio Mostyn Turtle Pigott
(1865–1927)
A Lament (Poem)
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