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masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jorial boards; Think how many backs have smarted
For the sweets, your cane affords.
Is there, as ye sometimes, tell us,
Is there one, who reigns on high? Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne the sky; Ask him, if your knotted scourges,
Matches, blood-extorting screws, Are the means, which duty urges
Agents of his will to use?
Hark! he answers--Wild tornadoes,
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, Fixed their tyrant's habitations
Where his whirlwinds answer-ne.
By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks received the chain; By the miseries we have tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main ; By our sufferings, since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart; All-sustained by patience taught us
Orly by a broken heart:
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find
Than the colour of our kind.
Ere you proudly question ours !
PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Video meliora prohoque
I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those, who buy them and sell them, are
knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures and
groans, Is almost enough to draw. pity from stones. I pity them greatly, but I must be nium, For how could' we do without sugar and rum? Especially sugar, so needful we see? What give up our deserts, our coffee, and tea. Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes, Will heartily thank us, no doubt, for our pains; If we do not buy the poor
creatures, they will, And tortures and groans will be multiplied still.
If foreigners likewise would give up the trade, Much more in behalf of your wish might be said ; But, while they get riches by purchasing blacks, Pray tell me why we may not also go snacks?
Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind
A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest,
He was shocked, sir, like you, and answered
"Oh no! What! rob our good neighbour! I pray you
Besides the man's poor, his orchard's his bread, Then think of his children, for they must be fed.",
"You speak very fine, and you look very grave,
They spoke, and Tom pondered -"I see they will go :
at If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropt' from the
tree'; But, since they will take them, I think I'll go too, He will lose none by me, though I get a few."
His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blamed and protested, but joined in the plan: He shared in the plunder, byt pitied the man.
*Twas in the glad season of spring,
Asleep at the dawn of the day,
So pleasant it seemed as I lay,
Far hence to the westward I sailed,
In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impressed 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,
Wherever her glory appeared.
Fled, cbased by her melody clear,
'Twas liberty only to hear.
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultured island we came,
Oppression his terrible name.
A scourge hung with fashes be bore,
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land
That goddess-like woman he viewed, The scourge he let fall from his hand,
With blood of his subjects imbrued.