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H for a lodge in some vast wilderness,

Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppreffion and deceit, Of unfüccessful or succefsful war, Might never reach me more. My car is pain’d, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flar That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin



Not colour'd like his own, and having pow'r
T'inforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands interse&ed by a narrow frith
Abhor each other. Mountains interposed,
Make enemies of nations who had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys ;
And worse than all, and most to be deplor’d
As human nature's broadest, fouleft blot,
Chains him, and tasks him, and exaas his

With stripes, that mercy with a bleeding heart
Weeps when she sees infliaed on a beast.
Then what is man? And what man seeing this,
And having human feelings, does not blush
And hang his head, to think himself a man ?
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I Neep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That finews bought and sold have ever earn’d.
No : dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation priz'd above all price,
I had much rather be myself the slave
And wear the bonds, than faften them on him.


We have no slaves at home. Then why abroad?
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave
That parts us, are emancipate and loos’d.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free,
They touch our country and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire. That where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.

Sure there is need of social intercourse,
Benevolence and peace and mutual aid.
Between the nations, in a world that seems
To toll the death-bell of its own decease,
And by the voice of all its elements
To preach the gen'ral doom. When were the

Let slip with such a warrant to destroy ;
When did the waves so haughtily o’erleap
Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry ?
Fires from beneath, and meteors + from above
Portentous, unexampled, unexplained,

* Alluding to the late calamities at Jamaica. † August 18, 1783.

Have kindled beacons in the skies, and th' old
And crazy carth has had her shaking fits
More frequent, and foregone her usual reft.
Is it a time to wrangle, when the props
And pillars of our planet seem to fail,
And Nature with a dim and fickly eye
To wait the clofe of all ? But grant her end
More diftant, and that prophecy demands
A longer refpite, unaccomplished yet ;
Still they are frowning signals, and bespeak
Displeasure in his breast who smites the earth
Or heals it, makes it fanguish or rejoice.
And 'tis but seemly, that where all deserve
And stand exposeď by common peccancy
To what no few have felt, there should be peace,
And brethren in calamity should love.

Alas, for Sicily! rude fragments now
Lie scatter'd where the shapely column stood.
Her palaces are duft. In all her streets
The voice of singing and the sprightly chord
Are filent. Revelry and dance and show
Suffer a syncope and folemn pause,

1 Alluding to the fog that covered both Europe and Alia during the whole suminer of 1783.

While God performs upon the trembling stage
Of his own works, his dreadful part alone.
How does the earth receive him ? _With what

Of gratulation and delight, her king ?
Pours she not all her choiceft fruits abroad,
Her sweetest flow'rs, her aromatic gums,
Disclosing paradise where'er he treads?
She quakes at his approach. Her hollow womb
Conceiving thunders, through a thousand decps
And fiery caverns roar beneath his foot.
The hills move lightly and the mountains smoke,
For he has touch'd them. From th' extremelt

point Of elevation down into th’ abyss, His wrath is busy and his frown is felt. The rocks fall headlong and the vallies rise, The rivers die into offensive pools, And charged with putrid verdure, breathe a grofs And mortal nuisance into all the air. What folid was, by transformation strange Grows Auid, and the fixt and rooted earth Tormented into billows heaves and swells, Or with vortiginous and hideous whirl Sucks down its prey insatiable. Immense


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