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Hark! he answers. Wild tornadoes | Hark! he answers. Wild tornadoes | ||
Stewing yonder seas with wrecks, | |||
Wasting | Wasting towns, plantations, meadows, | ||
Is the voice with which he speaks: | Is the voice with which he speaks: | ||
He, foreseeing what vexations | |||
Afric's Sons should undergo | |||
Fix'd their Tyrant's habitations | |||
Where his whirlwinds answer no. | |||
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By our blood in Afric wasted, | |||
E'er our necks receiv'd the chain; | |||
By the mis'ries that we tasted, | |||
Crossing in your barks the Main; | |||
By our Suff'rings since ye brought us | |||
To the man degrading Mark - | |||
All, sustain'd with patience, taught us | |||
Only by a broken heart. | |||
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Deem our Nation brutes no longer, | |||
Till some reason ye shall find, | |||
Worthier of regard, and stronger, | |||
Than the color of our kind. | |||
Slaves of Gold, where sordid dealing | |||
Tarnish all your boasted powers, | |||
Prove that you have human feelings | |||
E'er you proudly question Ours | |||
[7 flourishes] | |||
Latest revision as of 03:48, 15 August 2017
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Hark! he answers. Wild tornadoes Stewing yonder seas with wrecks, Wasting towns, plantations, meadows, Is the voice with which he speaks: He, foreseeing what vexations Afric's Sons should undergo Fix'd their Tyrant's habitations Where his whirlwinds answer no.
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By our blood in Afric wasted, E'er our necks receiv'd the chain; By the mis'ries that we tasted, Crossing in your barks the Main; By our Suff'rings since ye brought us To the man degrading Mark - All, sustain'd with patience, taught us Only by a broken heart.
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Deem our Nation brutes no longer, Till some reason ye shall find, Worthier of regard, and stronger, Than the color of our kind. Slaves of Gold, where sordid dealing Tarnish all your boasted powers, Prove that you have human feelings E'er you proudly question Ours
[7 flourishes]