Humanity, or the rights of nature, a poem in two books. By the author of sympathy [i.e. S. J. Pratt] |
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Soon with his sable Brothers must he go,
“Doom'd to a sad variety of woe,”
Like harness'd Mules o'er Afric's dreadful sand,
In slow procession moves the mournful band,
The length'ning files begin their circuit wide,
While on their limbs are galling braces ty'd;
Fraught with coarse viands, see the straining throng,
Drag the oppressive caravan along,
The massy iron and the direful log,
Their naked bodies ev'n in slumber clog,
An iron collar o'er each neck is past,
And iron rivets hold the collar fast;
A tighten'd chain across each shoulder goes,
While the dark driver takes his own repose;
At length arriv'd, the miserable band
Like the stall'd oxen pass from hand to hand.
“Doom'd to a sad variety of woe,”
Like harness'd Mules o'er Afric's dreadful sand,
In slow procession moves the mournful band,
The length'ning files begin their circuit wide,
While on their limbs are galling braces ty'd;
Fraught with coarse viands, see the straining throng,
Drag the oppressive caravan along,
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Their naked bodies ev'n in slumber clog,
An iron collar o'er each neck is past,
And iron rivets hold the collar fast;
A tighten'd chain across each shoulder goes,
While the dark driver takes his own repose;
At length arriv'd, the miserable band
Like the stall'd oxen pass from hand to hand.
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