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SLAVERY.
To him what mercy can that Pow'r diſplay, 185
Whoſe ſervants murder, and whoſe ſons betray?
Savage! thy venial error I deplore,
They are not Chriſtians who infeſt thy ſhore.
O thou ſad ſpirit, whoſe prepoſterous yoke
The great deliverer Death, at length, has broke! 190
Releas'd from miſery, and eſcap'd from care,
Go, meet that mercy man deny'd thee here.
In thy dark home, ſure refuge of th' oppreſs'd,
The wicked vex not, and the weary reſt.
And, if ſome notions, vague and undefin'd, 195
Of future terrors have aſſail'd thy mind;
If ſuch thy maſters have preſum'd to teach,
As terrors only they are prone to preach;
(For ſhou'd they paint eternal Mercy's reign,
Where were th' oppreſſor's rod, the captive's chain?) 200
If,
