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HENRY COWPER, ESQ.
On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the Defence of
Warren Hastings, Esq. in the House of Lords.
Cowper,whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard,
Legends prolix delivers in the ears (Attentive when thou read’st) of England's Peers,
Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward. Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,
Expending late on all that length of plea Thy gen'rous pow’rs, but silence honour'd thee Mute as e'er gaz'd on Orator or Bard. Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside
Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet
Of attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Thy fame diffuse, prais’d not for utt'rance meet
THE MORNING DREAM.
'Twas in the glad season of spring,
Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream’d what I cannot but sing,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay. I dream'd that on ocean afloat,
Far hence to the westward I sail'd, While the billows high-lifted the boat,
And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd. i
In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impress'd me with awe, 1.7
Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light like a sun on the waves, I And smiling divinely, she cry'd ...i
-I go to make Freemen of Slaves.---..'
Then raising her voice to a strain': 1110134 si !
The sweetest that ear ever heard,'' stili She sung of the slave's broken chainii.!
Wherever her glory appear’di dibui Some clouds which had over us hungile ba!
Fled, chas'd by her melody clear, ''sfiu; I And methought while she Liberty sung,
'Twas Liberty only to hear. World
Thus swiftly dividing the flood, ...(isa Dil · To a slave-cultur'd island we came, "? Where a Demon, her enemy, stood_51d etil
Oppression his terrible name. "Bili 101 In his hand, as the sign of his swayld aus of
A scourge hung with lashes he bore, 1234 And stood looking out for his prey
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land
That goddess-like woman he view'd,
The scourge he let fall from his hands. ]
With blood of his subjects imbrued. ; I saw him both sicken and die, e
And the moment the monster expir’d. Heard shouts that ascended the sky
From thousands with rapture inspir’d..
Awaking, how could I but muse.....i
At what such a dream should betide?
Which serv'd my weak tbought for a guide-
For the hatred she ever has shown .. To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves, a.'
Resolves to have none of her own.:
PRINTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE
YEARLY BILL OF MORTALITY
OF THE TOWN OF NORTHAMPTON,
Dec. 21, 1787.
Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
While thirteen moons saw smoothly run
The Nen's barge-laden wave,
Have found their home—the grave.
Was man (frail always) made more frail
Than in foregoing years?
That so much death appears?