Men from England bought and sold me, But, though slave* they have enrolled me, 5 Still in thought as free as ever, 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 10 15 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? Speaking from his throne, the sky? 20 25 30 * Originally printed" though theirs," but altered to though slave," in Ed. 1808, i, 276, Hark! He answers-Wild tornadoes, Afric's sons should undergo, 35 Fixed their tyrants' habitations Where his whirlwinds answer- "No." 40 By our blood in Afric wasted, Ere our necks received the chain; Deem our nation brutes no longer, PITY FOR POOR AFRICANS.* Video meliora proboque, Deteriora sequor. [OVID, Metamorph. vii. 20.] OWN I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those who buy them and sell them, are knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans, Is almost enough to draw pity from stones. I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, What, give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea! 5 Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes Will heartily thank us, no doubt, for our pains: 10 If we do not buy the poor creatures, they will, And tortures and groans will be multiplied still. If foreigners likewise would give up the trade, Much more in behalf of your wish might be said; But while they get riches by purchasing blacks, 15 Pray tell me why we may not also go snacks? * Poems, 1803, i. 317. Written about the same time as the preceding. mind Your scruples and arguments bring to my A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest, He was shocked, sir, like "Oh no! you, and answered 20 25 What! rob our good neighbour! I pray you don't go; Besides the man's poor, his orchard's his bread, Then think of his children, for they must be fed.” "You speak very fine, and you look 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 pondered-"I see they will go: 30 Poor man! what a pity to injure him so! "If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropped from the tree; But since they will take them, I think I'll go too, He will lose none by me, though I get a few," 40 His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blamed and protested, but joined in the plan: He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man. THE MORNING DREAM.* WAS in the glad season of spring, I dreamed that, on ocean afloat, Far hence to the westward I sailed, While the billows high-lifted the boat, And the fresh-blowing breeze never failed. In the steerage a woman I saw, 5 Such at least was the form that she wore, 10 Whose beauty impressed me with awe, Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side Shed light, like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cried "I go to make Freemen of Slaves." 15 Then raising her voice to a strain The sweetest that ear ever heard, *Poems, 1803, i. 317. Written about the same time as the two preceding poems. Cowper wrote these three compositions on the solicitation of his relation, General Cowper. |