Fills with fire his hollow eye, And thrills his breast with extacy: Sweet to his soul th' unlook'd for tidings prove, More sweet, than midnight-dreams, of liberty and love. May the rude hurricane, no more, Nature is jubilant; and suns more bland Day long deferr'd, yet long desired! The negro, taught himself to scan, Or turn with niggard tilth the soil, But taught, at length, a Christian's faith to prove, Shall own the Christian's GOD, to be, The GOD OF LOVE. Hail to that folk, of placid mein And practise Gospel-law ! "Tis their best privilege of mind To advocate for human kind; 'Twas they, who track'd th' unbeaten course, Since trod so well by WILBERFORCE; Forth from their camps, th' enormous guilt they hurl'd, Then held their lamps aloft, to animate the world. Let, BENEZET! thy gentle shade Now look, benignant from the sky: The victor-spirit's conscious glow; He gave to burn th' unconquerable flame; name. Humanity, with suppliant air, "Rise! rise my son!" to Clarkson cried; He, roused Oppression from his lair, Nor left him till he died. He, slighting sleep, and slighting food, Sought but the luxury of good; He scorning pleasure, scorning pain, Would toil, and toil, and toil again; And all t arouse the monster from his den, And bid the beast deform, endure the moral ken. May he who hail'd, in happier days If aught can write a monarch's name, That word, which bad the Slave-trade," CEASE That word shall work the wreath, a glorious wreath, for THEE. "Tis not enough, Ye, patriot breasts Who hold the weal of Britain dear! "Tis not enough, that law arrests That freight abhorr'd, which Rapine gave, Alluding to the preceding Ode. And long the red-cross was display'd, To sanction Britain's bloody trade: Come! Mercy! come! thy radiant task begun, Let Afric now rejoice, by BRITISH CULTURE won. It comes, at length, the lingering hour, Gospel tidings, shall inspire On Gambia's banks, a holy fire; There, raptured Age, and ardent Youth, Shall hail the advent beams of TRUTH: Cease, bloody rites! thick darkness! roll away! He comes, MESSIAH comes, and brings TH' ETER NAL DAY. B. On Conscience. IN vain I seek the shades of night, |