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Still in thought as free as ever,
What are England's rights I ask, Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion,
Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.
Why did all-creating Nature
Make the plant for which we toilSighs must fan it, tears must water,
Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted,
Lolling at your jovial boards; Think how many backs have smarted
For the sweets your cane affords.
who reigns on high? Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky ? Ask him, if your
scourges, Matches, blood-extorting screws, Are the means that duty urges
Agents of his will to use?
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks ; Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks. He, foreseeing what vexations
Afric's sons should undergo, Fix'd their tyrants' habitations
Where his whirlwinds answer-No. By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks receiv'd the chain; By the mis’ries that we tasted, Crossing in your barks the main ;
By our suff'rings since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart;
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find
Than the colour of our kind.
Tarnish all your boasted pow'rs,
Ere you proudly question ours !
PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Video meliora proboque,
I OWN I am shock'd at the purchase of slaves,
knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and
If foreigners likewise would give up the trade,
"TWAS in the glad season of spring,
Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream'd what I cannot but sing,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay. I dream'd, that on ocean afloat,
Far hence to the westward I sail'd, While the billows high lifted the boat,
And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress'd me with awe,
Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cried
“I go to make freemen of slaves.”_ Then raising her voice to a strain
The sweetest that ear ever heard, She sung
of the slave's broken chain,
Fled, chas’d by her melody clear,
'Twas liberty only to hear. Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultur'd island we came, Where a demon her enemy stood
Oppression his terrible name.
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A scourge hung with lashes he bore,
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land,
That goddess-like woman he view'd,
With blood of his subjects imbru’d.
And the moment the monster expird,
From thousands with rapture inspir'd.
At what such a dream should betide :
Which serv'd my weak thought for a guido
For the hatred she ever has shown
Resolves to have none of her own.
NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long