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Diff'ring in language, manners, or in face,
But though some nobler minds a law respect, 35 That none shall with impunity neglect, In baser souls unnumber'd evils meet, To thwart its influence and its end defeat. While Cook is lov'd for savage lives he sav'd, See Cortez odious for a world enslav'd !
40 Where wast thou then, sweet Charity! where then Thou tutelary friend of helpless men; Wast thou in monkish cells and nunn'ries found, Or building hospitals on English ground? No.—Mammon makes the world his legatee 45 Through fear, not love : and Heav'n abhors the fee • ' Wherever found, (and all men need thy care,) Nor age nor infancy could find thee there. The hand that slew till it could slay no moro, Was glued to the sword hilt with Indian gore. 50 Their prince, as justly scated on luis throne, As vain imperial Philip on his own, Trick'd out of all his royalty by art, That stripp'd him bare, and broke his honest heart, Died by the sentence of a shaven priest,
55 For scorning what they taught him to detest. How dark the veil that intercepts the blaze Of Heav'n's mysterious purposes and ways •
God stood not, though he seem'd to stand, aloof;
O could their ancient Incas rise again,
Again-the band of commerce was design'd
Ingenious Art, with her expressive face,
110 And pours a torrent of sweet notes around, Fast as the thirsting ear can drink the sound.
These are the gifts of Art, and Art thrives most
115 Spreads foreign wonders in his country's sight. Imports what others have invented well, And stirs his own to match them, or excel. 'Tis thus reciprocating, each with each, Alternately the nations learn and teach;
120 While Providence enjoins to ev'ry soul A union with the vast terraqueous whole.
Heav'n speed the canvass, gallantly unfurl'd
That flics, like Gabriel on his Lord's comniands, 135
span, And buy the muscles and the bones of man? 140 The tender ties of father, husband, friend, All bonds of nature in that moment end ; And each endures, while yet he draws his breath, A stroke as fatal as the scythe of death. The sable warriour, frantick with regret
145 Of her he loves, and never can forget, Loses in tears the far-receding shore, But not the thought, that they must meet no more ; Depriv'd of her and freedom at a blow, What has he left, that he can yet forego ? 150 Yes, to deep sadness sullenly resign'd, He feels his body's bondage in his mind; Puts off his gen'rous nature ; and, to suit His manners with his fate, puts on the brute. O most degrading of all ills, that wait
155 On man, a mourner in his best estate ! All other sorrows Virtue may endure, And find submission more than half a cure, Grief is itself a med'cino, and bestow'd T' improve the fortitude that bears the load, 160 To teach the wand'rer, as his woes increase, The path of Wisdom, all whose paths are peace ; But slav'ry !–Virtue dreads it as her grave: Patience itself is meanness in a slavc; Or if the will and soy'reignty of God
165 Bid suffer it awhile, and kiss the rod, Wait for the dawning of a brighter day, And snap the chain the moment when you may. Nature imprints upon whate’er we see, That has a heart and life in it, Be free:
176 The beasts are charter'd-neither age nor force Can quell the love of free join in a horse :
He breaks tho cord, that held him at the rack;
175 Loose fly his forelock and his ample mane; Responsive to the distant neigh he neighs ; Nor stops till, overlcaping all delays, lle finds the pasture where his fellows graze.
Canst thou, and honour'd with a Christian name, Buy what is woman born, and feel no shame ; 181 Trade in the blood of innocence, and plead Expedience as a warrant for the deed ? So may the wolf, whom famine has made bold To quit the forest and invade the fold :
But grant the plea, and let it stand for just,