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IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEORGIUS
REGALE NOMEN, INDITUM.
PLANGIMUS fortes. Periére fortes,
Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat,
Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam
Magne, qui nomen, licet incanorum,
Non hyems illos furibunda mersit,
Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi
Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque,
Reddite amicis !
Tollere ad astra.
THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT.
Forced from home and all its pleasures,
Afric's coast I left forlorn,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Paid my price in paltry gold;
Minds are never to be sold.
What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion
Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may
differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same. Why did all creating Nature
Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water,
Sweat of ours must dress the soil.
Think, ye masters, iron-hearted,
Lolling at your jovial boards, Think how many backs have smarted
For the sweets your cane affords.
Is there, as ye sometimes tell us,
Is there One who reigns on high? Has He bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky ? Ask him, if knotted
scourges, Matches, blood-extorting screws, Are the means that duty urges
Agents of his will to use?
Hark! he answers !— Wild tornadoes
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks, Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks. He, foreseeing what vexations
Afric's sons should undergo, Fix'd their tyrants’ habitations
Where his whirlwinds answer—No.
By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks received the chain ; By the miseries that we tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main ; By our sufferings, since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart,
Only by a broken heart !
Deem 'our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find
Than the colour of our kind.
Ere you proudly question ours !
PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.
Video meliora proboque,
I own I am shock'd at the purchase of slaves,
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum,
Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes,
If foreigners likewise would give up the trade,
“ You speak very fine, and you
very grave, But apples we want, and apples we'll have; If you will go with us, you
shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear.” They spoke, and Tom ponder’d—“I see they will go : Poor man! what a pity to injure him so ! Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could, But staying behind will do him no good. “ If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropp'd from the tree; But since they will take them, I think I'll He will lose none by me, though I get a few.”