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Harkhe answers-wild tornadoes,
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks,
Are the voice with which he speaks.
Afric's sons should undergo,
Where his whirlwinds answer-No.
Ere our necks received the chain;
Crossing in your barks the main;
To the man-degrading mart;
Only by a broken heart :
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,
Deteriora sequor.' I own I am shock'd 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 is almost enough to draw pity from stones. (groans, I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, For how could we do without sugar and rum Especially sugar, so needful we see; What, give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea!
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youngster at school, more sedate than the rest,
on't 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 look very grave, But apples we want, and apples we'll have; If you will go with us you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear.' They spoke, and Tom ponder'd-I see they will go Poor man! what a pity to injure him so! Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could, But staying behind would do him no good. • If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang, till they drop 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, Tony felt more at case, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blamed and protested, but join'd in the plan: He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.
THE MORNING DREAM.
Asleep at the dawn of the day,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay
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,
Wherever her glory appear'd.
Fled, chased 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 lashes he bore,
From Africa's sorrowful shore. But soon as approaching the land
That goddess-like woman he view'd, The scourge he let fall from his hand,
With the blood of his subjects imbrued.
900 NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
I saw him both sicken and die,
And the moment the monster expired,
From thousands with rapture inspired.
At what such a drcam should betide ?
Which served my weak thought for a guide
For the hatred she ever has shewn,
Resolves to have none of her own.
NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
The songster heard his short oration,
Released him, as my story tells,
Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Those Christians best deserve the name,
ON A GOLDFINCH,
STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGR.
TIXe was when I was free as air,
My drink the morning dew;
My strains for ever new
And of a transient date;
Soon pass'd the wiry grate.
And cure of every ill;
Had been your prisoner still.