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SONNET VI. High in the air exposed the slave is hung, To all the birds of heaven, their living food! He groans not, though awaked by that fierce sun New torturers live to drink their parent blood ; He groans not, though the gorging vulture tear The quivering fibre. Hither look, O ye Who tore this man from peace and liberty! Look hither, ye who weigh with politic care The gain against the guilt! Beyond the grave There is another world!.. bear ye in mind, Ere your decree proclaims to all mankind The gain is worth the guilt, that there the Slave, Before the Eternal, “ thunder-tongued shall plead Against the deep damnation of your deed."

Bristol, 1794.

TO THE GENIUS OF AFRICA,

O Thou, who from the mountain's height
Rollest thy clouds with all their weight
Of waters to old Nile's majestic tide ;
Or o'er the dark sepulchral plain
Recallest Carthage in her ancient pride,
The mistress of the Main ;
Hear, Genius, hear thy children's cry!
Not always should'st thou love to brood
Stern o'er the desert solitude
Where seas of sand heave their hot surges high;
Nor, Genius, should the midnight song
Detain thee in some milder mood
The palmy plains among,
Where Gambia to the torches' light
Flows radiant through the awaken'd night.

Ah, linger not to hear the song !
Genius, avenge thy children's wrong!
The demon Avarice on your shore
Brings all the horrors of his train,
And hark! where from the field of gore
Howls the hyena o'er the slain !
Lol where the flaming village fires the skies
Avenging Power, awake! arise !

Arise, thy children's wrongs redress! Heed the mother's wretchedness,

When in the hot infectious air
O'er her sick babe she bows opprest, .
Hear her when the Traders tear
The suffering infant from her breast!
Sunk in the ocean he shall rest!
Hear thou the wretched mother's cries,
Avenging Power ! awakel arise !

By the rank infected air
That taints those cabins of despair;
By the scourges blacken'd o'er,
And stiff and hard with human gore;
By every groan of deep distress,
By every curse of wretchedness;
The vices and the crimes that flow
From the hopelessness of woe;
By every drop of blood bespilt,
By Afric's wrongs and Europe's guilt,
Awake! arise ! avenge!

And thou hast heard) and o'er their blood-fed plains Sent thine avenging hurricanes And bade thy storms with whirlwind roar Dash their proud navies on the shore; And where their armies claim'd the fight Wither'd the warrior's might; And o'er the unholy host with baneful breath, There, Genius, thou hast breathed the gales of Death.

Bristol, 1795.

THE SAILOR,

WHO HAD SERVED IN THE SLAVE TRADE.

In September, 1798, a Dissenting Minister of Bristol disco

vered a sailor in the neighbourhood of that City, groaning and praying in a cow-house. The circumstance which occasioned his agony of mind is detailed in the annexed ballad, without the slightest addition or alteration. By presenting it as a Poem the story is made more public, and such stories ought to be made as public as possible.

It was a Christian minister,

Who, in the month of flowers,
Walk'd forth at eve amid the fields

Near Bristol's ancient towers;

When from a lonely out-house breathed,

He heard a voice of woe,
And groans which less might seem from pain,

Than wretchedness to flow;

Heart-rending groans they were, with words

Of bitterest despair,
Yet with the holy name of Christ

Pronounced in broken prayer

The Christian minister went in,

A Sailor there he sees, Whose hands were lifted up to Heaven,

And he was on his knees.

Nor did the Sailor so intent

His entering footsteps heed, But now

“ Our Father” said, and now His half-forgotten creed ;

And often on our Saviour call'd

With many a bitter groan,
But in such anguish as may spring

From deepest guilt alone.

The miserable man was ask'd

Why he was kneeling there, And what had been the crime that caused

The anguish of his prayer?

“ I have done a cursed thing!” he cried,

« It haunts me night and day, And I have sought this lonely place

Here undisturb’d to pray.

Aboard I have no place for prayer,

So I came here alone,
That I might freely kneel and pray,

And call on Christ, and groan.

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