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SEPTEMBER 1, 1802. Among the capricious acts of tyranny that disgraced
those times, was the chasing of all Negroes from France by decree of the government: we had a
Fellow-passenger who was one of the expelled. We had a female Passenger who came From Calais with us, spotless in array,— A white-robed Negro, like a lady gay, Yet downcast as a woman fearing blame; Meek, destitute, as seemed, of hope or aim 5 She sate, from notice turning not away, But on all proffered intercourse did lay A weight of languid speech, or to the same No sign of answer made by word or face: Yet still her eyes retained their tropic fire, 10 That, burning independent of the mind, Joined with the lustre of her rich attire To mock the Outcast-0 ye Heavens, be kind ! And feel, thou Earth, for this afflicted Race !
COMPOSED IN THE VALLEY NEAR DOVER, ON THE
DAY OF LANDING. HERE, on our native soil, we breathe once more. The cock that crows, the smoke that curls, that
sound Of bells ;—those boys who in yon meadow
ground In white-sleeved shirts are playing; and the
roar Of the waves breaking on the chalky shore ;- 5 All, all are English. Oft have I looked round With joy in Kent's green vales; but never found
Myself so satisfied in heart before.
Aug. 30, 1802.
SEPTEMBER, 1802. NEAR DOVER. INLAND, within a hollow vale, I stood; And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, The coast of France—the coast of France how
near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood Was like a lake, or river bright and fair, A span of waters; vet what power is there! What mightiness for evil and for good! Even so doth God protect us if we be Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and waters
roll, Strength to the brave, and Power, and Deity; Yet in themselves are nothing! One decree Spake laws to them, and said that by the soul Only, the Nations shall be great and free.
XII. THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF
SWITZERLAND. Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, •One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty! . There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee 5
Two voices and thene - meas of the sea
anchorsin Music, Lebers?
enthin hal hai There Iran Khire alpine Holds at liegen hande