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SLAVERY,
A POEM.
IF Heaven has into being deign'd to call
Thy light, O Liberty! to ſhine on all;
Bright intellectual Sun! why does thy ray
To earth diſtribute only partial day?
5Since no reſiſting cauſe from ſpirit flows
Thy penetrating eſſence to oppoſe;
No obſtacles by Nature's hand impreſt,
Thy ſubtle and ethereal beams arreſt;
Nor motion's laws can ſpeed thy active courſe,
10Nor ſtrong repulſion's pow'rs obſtruct thy force;
Since there is no convexity in mind,
Why are thy genial beams to parts confin'd?
While
