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THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT.
FORCED from home and all its pleasures,
To increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Men from England bought and sold me,
But, though theirs they have enroll'd me,
Still in thought as free as ever,
What are England's rights, I ask,
Fleecy locks and black complexion
Cannot forfeit Nature's claim;
Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same.
Why did all-creating Nature,
Make the plant for which we toil? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil.
Think, ye masters, iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.
Is there, as ye sometimes tell us,
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
Afric's sons should undergo,
Fix'd their tyrants' habitations
By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks received the chain; By the miseries we have tasted, Crossing in your barks the main :
By our sufferings, since ye brought us
All sustain'd by patience, taught us
Only by a broken heart!
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
CRUELTY TO ANIMALS.
BY THE SAME.
I WOULD not enter on my list of friends, (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility,) the man
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
An inadvertent step may crush the snail,
The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight,
Sacred to neatness and repose, the alcove,
Not so, when held within their proper bounds,
By which Heaven moves in pardoning guilty man :
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn.
BY THE SAME.
THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a shower,
The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flower,
The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet,
To weep for the buds, it had left with regret
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd,
And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part
Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart,