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William Cowper - Pity For Poor AfricansWilliam Cowper - Pity For Poor Africans
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I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves; What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans Is almost enough to draw pity from stones. I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, For how could we do without sugar and rum? Especially sugar, so needful we see; What, give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea? Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes, Will heartily thank us, no doubt, for our pains: If we do not buy the poor creatures, they will: And tortures and groans will be multiplied still. If foreigners likewise would give up the trade, Much more in behalf of your wish might be said; But, while they got riches by purchasing blacks, Pray tell me why we may not also go snacks? Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind A story so pat, you may think it is coined, On purpose to answer you, out of my mint; But I can assure you I saw it in print. A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest, Had once his integrity put to the test; His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob, And asked him to go and assist in the job. He was shocked, sir, like you, and answered -- "Oh, no What! rob our good neighbour? I pray you don`t go! Besides the man`s poor, his orchard`s his bread; Then think of his children, for they must be fed." "You speak very fine, and you look very grave, But apples we want, and apples we`ll have; If you will go with us, you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear." They spoke, and Tom pondered --"I see they will go: Poor man! what a pity to injure him so! Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could, But staying behind will do him no good. "If the matter depended alone upon me, His apples might hang till they dropped from the tree; But since they will take them, I think I`ll go too: He will lose none by me, though I get a few." His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blamed and protested, but joined in the plan; He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.
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