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    492 Poetry :

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    Welcome mild stranger ! friendship ' s kindest smile Now greets thee welcome to the British Isle ; Where knowledge oft unrols her ample page , Rich with the varied spoils of many an age : Be thine her choicest gifts , then bear the store ^ A grateful present to thy native shore ; Our arts and learning shall adorn her clime *

    But oh I beware our folly and our crime ! For Europe ' s sons though Truth her chartns disp lay ^ And their ' s the boast of Reason ' s brightest day ; Though Heav ' n ' s blest volume to their eyes unfold , What kings and prophets waited for of old . The slaves of Av ' rice , at her stern command .

    They hostile rove some unoffending land ; Through haunts of peace the sanguine falchions glare ^ And pamper'd lluin proudly triumphs there 1 While the wrong'd native with his latest breath , On Justice calling hails the grasp of death ; Invokes each fabled demon ' s vengeful rod , And lisping infants curse the Christian ' s God .

    Prophet of Eleav ' n ! whom we our Master call In life , in death * approv'd the friend of all ; Yet there are those who mark thy gen'rous plan ^ And love a brother where they meet a man ; Who scorn the maxims of a venal throng , Nor claim a civil right from moral wrong :

    1 he cause of injur a Africa they plead , And tell how justice and compassion bleed . Hopeless they plead with Mammon ' s sordid train , On Pleasure ' s thoughtless sons they call in vain ; Yet though so long unmov'd the world appear'd 5 At length Humanity ! thy voice is heard ; Through the throng'd city and the peopled vale They hang with horror on thy tragic tale ;

    And dread to give a relrsh to their food , By lux ' ries purchas e d with a brother ' s blood And see the active sons of Commerce join With ocn ' rous ardour in a blest design ; On A fric ' s shore the laden fleet appears , Not the dire object of a nation ' s fears :

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    VERSES ,

    To Prince John Frederic Navmbanna , on his arrival in England ^ under the care of the Sierra Leone Company . * 1702 .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1807, page 492, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2384/page/40/