Should you, my lord,
while you peruse my
song, Wonder from
whence my love of
Freedom sprung,
Whence flow these
wishes for the common
good, By feeling hearts
alone best understood, I,
young in life, by seeming
cruel fate Was snatch'd
from Afric's fancy'd happy
seat: What pangs
excruciating must
molest, What sorrows
labour in my parent's
breast? Steel'd was that
soul and by no misery
mov'd That from a father
seiz'd his babe belov'd:
Such, such my case.
can I then but pray
Others may never feel
tyrannic sway? "
Letter to William, Earl of
Dartmouth
1773
"This I desire not for their
hurt, but to convince them
of the strange Absurdity of
their Conduct whose
words and actions are so
diametrically opposed"
Letter to Samson Occum
1774
Some view our sable race
with scornful eye, "Their
colour is a diabolic die."
Remember, Christians,
Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin'd, and join th'
angelic train
A Hymn For Humanity
1773
But, Madam, let your grief
be laid aside, And let the
fountain of your tears be
dry'd, In vain they flow to
wet the dusty plain, Your
sighs are wafted to the
skies in vain, Your pains
they witness, but they can
no more, While Death
reigns tyrant o'er this
mortal shore. "
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