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On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the Defence of

WARREN HASTINGS, Esq. in the House of Lords.

Cowper, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard,

Legends prolix delivers in the ears
(Attentive when thou read'st) of England's Peers,

Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.
Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard,

Expending late on all that length of plea
Thy gen'rous pow’rs, but silence honour'd thee

Mute as e'er gaz'd on Orator or Bard.
Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside

Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet

Of attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Like thy renown'd Forefathers, far and wide

Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet
Of others' speech, but magic of thy own.


'Twas in the glad season of spring,

Asleep at the dawn of the day,
I dream'd what I cannot but sing,

So pleasant it seem'd as I lay.
I dream'd that on ocean afloat,

Far hence to the westward I sail'd,

While the billows high-lifted the boat,

And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd.

In the steerage a woman I saw,

Such at least was the form that she wore,

Whose beauty impress'd 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 cry'd

-I go to make Freemen of Slaves.-

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Then raising her voice to a strain !!!!!!

The sweetest that ear ever heard,'',!,! She sung of the slave's broken chain..]

Wherever her glory appear'd. :? Some clouds which had over us hung ic bio!'

Fled, chas'd by her melody clear,'} 111;1 And methought while she Liberty sung, 'Twas Liberty only to hear.


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Thus swiftly dividing the flood,

To a slave-cultur'd island we came, , Where a Demon, her enemy, stoodud boutil

Oppression his terrible name. - 1 107 In his hand, as the sign of his sway, ! «]

A scourge hung with lashes he bore, : 31 And stood looking out for his prey

From Africa's sorrowful shore.

But soon as approaching the land

That goddess-like woman he view'd,

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With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,

And the moment the monster expir’d Heard shouts that ascended the sky

From thousands with rapture inspir’d.

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Awaking, how could I but muse!

At what such a dream should betide?

But soon my ear caught the glad news

Which serv'd my weak thought for a guideThat Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves

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To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves, i

Resolves to have none of her own...




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Dec. 21, 1787.

Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
Regumque turres.

Pale Death with equal foot strikes wide the door
Of royal halls and hovels of the poor.

While thirteen moons saw smoothly run

The Nen's barge-laden wave,
All these, life's rambling journey done,

Have found their home—the grave.

Was man (frail always) made more frail

Than in foregoing years?
Did famine, or did plague prevail,

That so much death appears?

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