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 suacks? 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 don'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, They spoke, and Tom pondered-"I see they will go 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, but pitied the man. THE MORNING DREAM. "Twas in the glad season of spring, Far hence to the westward I sailed, And the fresh blowing breeze never failed. 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, Then raising her voice to a strain Some cloud's which had over us hung, Thus swiftly dividing the flood, To a slave-cultured island we came, But soon as approaching the land THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. 251 I saw him both sicken and die, And the moment the monster expired, Heard shouts, that ascended the sky, From thousands with rapture inspired Awaking, how could I but muse At what such a dream should betide? But soon my ear caught the glad news, Which served my weak thought for a guideThat Britannia, renowned o'er the waves For the hatred, she ever has shown, To the black-sceptered rulers of slaves, Resolves to have none of her own. THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long 2 The keen demands of appetite; 252 THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. A something shining in the dark, And knew the glow worm by his spark; That brother should not war with brother, But sing and shine by sweet consent, The gifts of nature and of grace. Those Christians best deserve the name, |