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On his emphatical and interesting delivery of the Defence of
WARREN HASTINGS, Esq. in the House of Lords.
Cowper, whose silver voice, task'd sometimes hard,
Legends prolix delivers in the ears
Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward.
Expending late on all that length of plea
Mute as e'er gaz'd on Orator or Bard.
Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet
Of attic phrase and senatorial tone,
Thy fame diffuse, prais'd not for utt'rance meet
THE MORNING DREAM.
'Twas in the glad season of spring,
Asleep at the dawn of the day,
So pleasant it seem'd as I lay.
Far hence to the westward I sail'd,
While the billows high-lifted the boat,
And the fresh-blowing breeze never fail'd.
In the steerage a woman I saw,
Such at least was the form that she wore,
Whose beauty impress'd me with awe,
Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side
Shed light like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cry'd
-I go to make Freemen of Slaves.-
Then raising her voice to a strain !!!!!!
The sweetest that ear ever heard,'',!,! She sung of the slave's broken chain..]
Wherever her glory appear'd. :? Some clouds which had over us hung ic bio!'
Fled, chas'd by her melody clear,'} 111;1 And methought while she Liberty sung, 'Twas Liberty only to hear.
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultur'd island we came, , Where a Demon, her enemy, stoodud boutil
Oppression his terrible name. - 1 107 In his hand, as the sign of his sway, ! «]
A scourge hung with lashes he bore, : 31 And stood looking out for his prey
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as approaching the land
That goddess-like woman he view'd,
With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,
And the moment the monster expir’d Heard shouts that ascended the sky
From thousands with rapture inspir’d.
Awaking, how could I but muse!
At what such a dream should betide?
But soon my ear caught the glad news
Which serv'd my weak thought for a guideThat Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves
To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves, i
Resolves to have none of her own...
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PRINTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE
YEARLY BILL OF MORTALITY
OF THE TOWN OF NORTHAMPTON,
Dec. 21, 1787.
Pallida Mors æquo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
Pale Death with equal foot strikes wide the door
While thirteen moons saw smoothly run
The Nen's barge-laden wave,
Have found their home—the grave.
Was man (frail always) made more frail
Than in foregoing years?
That so much death appears?