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ON COLONIAL SLAVERY.1838.
O'er the fair realms of Britain the sun ne'er declines;
On our sovereign's dominions he ceaselessly shines,
And withdraws but his beams from our own native isle,
Her most distant possessions to gild with his smile.
On our sovereign's dominions he ceaselessly shines,
And withdraws but his beams from our own native isle,
Her most distant possessions to gild with his smile.
Then should not the sun of fair freedom, too, rise,
With beams as refulgent, in tropical skies?
And while here his bright rays their kind influence lend,
To our poor negro brethren their glory extend?
With beams as refulgent, in tropical skies?
And while here his bright rays their kind influence lend,
To our poor negro brethren their glory extend?
