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(For he had never felt control); At length a flood of tears reliev'd his swelling soul.
Flora, diverted at such childish grief, Yet willing to encourage him, approach'd again : “My son,” she said, “ thy tears are vain ;
“But take my counsel, you will find relief. “ Courage and perseverance never fail : “ First o'er the thorns prevail, “ Each difficulty you will then remove, “ And gain the object of your love."
To this, each little student may compare The hours of learning, often mix'd with care; Yet while the road to knowledge is in view, With diligence its winding paths pursue, And though some briers on the way appear, Those will be conquer'd if you persevere ; And having well employ'd your youthful hours, Reap with advantage time's most precious flow'rs.
THE BEARS AND THE BEES.
O’erjoy'd they seiz’d, with eager haste,'
THE NEGRO'S COMPLAINT.. Forc'd from home and all its pleasures,,
Afric's coast I left forlorn ;
O’er the raging billows borne.
Paid my price in paltry gold ;
Minds are never to be sold. Still in thought as free as ever,
What are England's rights, I ask, Me from my delights to sever,
Me to torture, me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion
Cannot forfeit Nature's claim; Skins may differ, but affection
Dwells in white and black the same. Why did all-creating Nature
Make the plant for which we toil? Sighs must fan it, tears must water,
Sweat of ours must dress the soil.
Lolling at your jovial boards ;
For the sweets your cane affords.
Is there, as ye sometimes tells us,
Is there One, who reigns on high ? Has he bid you buy and sell us,
Speaking from his throne, the sky? Ask him, if your knotted scourges,
Matches, blood-extorting screws, Are the means which duty urges,
Agents of his will to use?
Hark! he answers Wild tornadoes,
Strewing yonder sea with wrecks; Wasting towns, plantations, meadows,
Are the voice with which he speaks. He, foreseeing what vexations
Afric's sons should undergo, Fix'd their tyrants' habitations
Where his whirlwinds answer-No.
By our blood in Afric wasted,
Ere our necks receiv'd the chain ; By the miseries we have tasted,
Crossing in your barks the main : By our sufferings, since ye brought us
To the man-degrading mart, All sustain’d by patience, taught us, Only by a broken heart!
Deem our nation brutes no longer,
Till some reason ye shall find,
Than the colour of our kind.
Tarnish all your boasted powers,
THE SHEPHERD AND THE PHILOSOPHER:
REMOTE from cities liv'd a swain,
A deep philosopher (whose rules