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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Oh launch the Bark, unfurl th'impatient Sails,
Swell ye kind Seas, and blow ye fostering Gales,
Oh haste some Angel thro' the realms of air
To Afric's Sons the rapt'rous tidings bear!
Thrice happy he who first shall reach the strand
And spread the joys of Freedom thro' the Land,
His the glad welcome of an Heavenly guest,
His the rich bliss to see “his fellows blest.”
Swell ye kind Seas, and blow ye fostering Gales,
Oh haste some Angel thro' the realms of air
To Afric's Sons the rapt'rous tidings bear!
Thrice happy he who first shall reach the strand
And spread the joys of Freedom thro' the Land,
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His the rich bliss to see “his fellows blest.”
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