This page has been validated.
SLAVERY.
11
Perplex'd, the baffled Muſe involves the tale;
Nature confounded, well may language fail!
The outrag'd Goddeſs with abhorrent eyes 145
Sees Man the traffic, Souls the merchandize!
Plead not, in reaſon's palpable abuſe,
Their ſenſe of[1] feeling callous and obtuſe:
From heads to hearts lies Nature's plain appeal,
Tho' few can reaſon, all mankind can feel. 150
Tho' wit may boaſt a livelier dread of ſhame,
A loftier ſenſe of wrong refinement claim;
Tho' poliſh'd manners may freſh wants invent,
And nice diſtinctions nicer ſouls torment;
Tho' these on finer ſpirits heavier fall, 155
Yet natural evils are the ſame to all.
- ↑ Nothing is more frequent than this cruel and ſtupid argument, that they do not feel the miſeries inflicted on them as Europeans would do.
7
Tho'
