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*Tis gentle, delicate, and kind,
FORC’D from home and all its pleasures,
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 that duty urges, Agents of his will to use 2 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 Africk's son's should undergo, Fix’d their tyrant’s habitations Where his whirlwinds answer—no. By our blood in Africk wasted, Ere our necks receiv'd the chain ; By the mis’ries that we tasted, Crossing in your barks the main; By our suff’rings since ye brought us To the man-degrading mart; All, sustain’d by patience, taught us 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, Breyou 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 l 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
Wol. I. 22
A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest,
* You speak very fine, and you look very grave,
They spoke, and Tom ponder’d—“I see they will go:
*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.” o' ; His scruples thus silenc'd, Tom felt more at ease,
And went with his comrades the apples to seize;