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SLAVERY.
While the chill North with thy bright ray is bleſt,
Why ſhould fell darkneſs half the South inveſt?
Was it decreed, fair Freedom! at thy birth,15
That thou ſhou'd'ſt ne'er irradiate all the earth?
While Britain baſks in thy full blaze of light,
Why lies ſad Afric quench'd in total night?
Thee only, ſober Goddess! I atteſt,
In ſmiles chaſtis'd, and decent graces dreſt.20
Not that unlicens'd monſter of the crowd,
Whoſe roar terrific burſts in peals ſo loud,
Deaf'ning the ear of Peace: fierce Faction's tool;
Of raſh Sedition born, and mad Miſrule;
Whoſe ſtubborn mouth, rejecting Reaſon's rein,25
No ſtrength can govern, and no ſkill reſtrain;
Whoſe magic cries the frantic vulgar draw
To ſpurn at Order, and to outrage Law;
To
