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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 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 Worthier of regard, and stronger
Than the colour of our kind. Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings
Tarnish all your boasted pow'rs, Prove that you have human feelings,
Ere you proudly question ours !
PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Video meliora proboque,
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
groans, Is almost enough to draw pity from stones.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum,
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 shock’d, sir, like you, and answer'd
- Oh no! What! rob our good neighbour! I pray, you
don't go; Besides the man's poor, his orchard's his bread, Then think of his children, for they must be
“ You speak very fine, and you look very grave,
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 bim his fruit if I could, But staying behind will do him no good.
If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropp'd 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 silenc'd, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blam'd and protested, but join'd in the plan: He shar'd in the plunder, but pitied the man.