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Then raising her voice to a strain
The sweetest, that ear ever heard, She sung of the slave's broken chain,
Wherever her glory appear'd. Some clouds, which had over us hung,
Fled, chas’d by her melody clear, And methought while she liberty sung,
"Twas liberty only to hear.
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultur’d island we came,
Oppression his terrible name.
A scourge hung with lashes he bore, And stood looking out for his prey
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land,
That goddesslike woman he view'd, The scourge he let fall from his hand,
With blood of his subjects imbru’d. I saw him both sicken and die,
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
At what such a dream should betide ? But soon my ear caught the glad news,
Which serv'd my weak thought for a guide That Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves
For the hatred she ever has shown To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,
Resolves to have none of her own.
NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
That you with music, I with light,
Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Those Christians best deserve the name,
ON A GOLDFINCH
STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE.
Time was when I was free as air,
My drink the morning dew;
And of a transient date ;
And cure of ev'ry ill !
Had been your pris'ner still.