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To gratify a fretful passion,
The love, that cheers life's latest stage,
Forced from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn;
O'er the raging billows borne.
Paid my price in paltry gold; But, though theirs they have enrolled me,
Minds are never to be sold.
Still in thought as free as ever,
What are England's rights, I ask,
Me to torture, me to task?
Cannot forfeit nature's claim;
Dwells in white and black the same,
Why did all creating nature
Make the plant for which we toil? Sighs mast fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil,
Think, ye másters iron-hearted,
Lolling at your jovial 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 iniseries we have tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main; By our sufferings, since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart;
Only by a broken heart :
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find
Than the colour of our kind.
Tarnish all your boasted powers,
Ere you proudly question ours!
PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Video meliora proboque
I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those, who buy them and sell them, are
knaves; What I bear 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,
FITX FOR POOR ' APRICANS.
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 blácks, Pray tell me why we may not also go stacks?
Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind
А 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
go; 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 dook
very grave, But apples we want and apples we'll bave? If yoũ will go with us you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither japple nor pear." They-bpoke, and Tom pondered"Iseethey will go: Podr man! what a pity to injure him so! Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I soud, Bat staying behind will do him no good.