...Cannot forleit Nature's claim : Skins may differ, but affeólion Dwells in White and black the fame. Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil? Sighs n-.ull fan it, tears muft water, Sweat of ours muft drefs the foil. Think, you Mailers iron-hearted,...

...benevolent Cowper put the following affecting interrogation into the mouth of his complaining negro : Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs muft fan it, tears mult water, Sweat of ours muft drefs the foil. Think ye mafters iron-hearted, Lolling...

...Cannot forfeit nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the fame. Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs muft fan it, tears muft water, Sweat of ours mufl drefs the foil. Think, y»mafters, iron-hearted,...

...Cannot forfeit Nature's claim; Skins may differ, but affeftion Dwells in white and black the fame. Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs muft fan it, tears muft water, Sweat of ours muft drefs the foil. Think, ye mafters iron-hearted !...

...affection Dwells in white and black the same. Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil? Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards, Is there, as ye sometimes tell us, Is...

...Cannot forfeit nature's claim; Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the fame. Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil • Sighs mutt fan it, tears mufr. water, Sweat of ours muft drefs the foil Think, ye matters, iron-hearted,...

...rre toiF? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours'must dress the soil. , ' M 3 " ; '"• ' Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial...sometimes tell us, Is there one, who reigns on high ? Ha6 he bid you buy and sell us, Speaking from his throne the sky ? Ask him, if your knotted scourges,...

...Nature Make the plant for which we toil f Sighs must fan it, tears must water. Sweat of ours must dreis the soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards, Think how many bucks have smarted, For the sweets your cane affords. Is there, as you sometimes tell us, Is there...

...affection Dwells in black and white the same. Why did all-creatmg Nature Make the plant for which we toil 1 Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress tin: soil. Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards, Think how many backs have...

...forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ, but affection Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant, fur which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water,...tell us, Is there one, who reigns on high ? Has he hid you buy and sull us, Speaking from his throne the sky? Ask him, if your knotted scourges, Matches,...