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NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY;

OR THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE:

A P O E M.

Entered at Stationer's Hall

ERRATUM.

TO THE RESPECTABLE BODY OF WEST-INDIA PLANTERS AND MERCHANTS,

THE FOLLOWING POEM IS INSCRIBED BY

THE AUTHOUR.

NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY: OR, THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE.

And what a dull vain barren shew ST. STEPHEN'S luckless Chapel fills; Our notions of respect how low, While fools bring in their idle Bills. 20

Pedantick pupil of old Sherry, Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry, If not by tedious languor wrung-- 45 Hold thy intolerable tongue.

Go we to the Committee room, There gleams of light conflict with gloom, While unread rheams in chaos lye, Our water closets to supply.

Let COURTENAY sneer, and gibe, and hack, We know Ham's sons are always black; On sceptick themes he wildly raves, Yet Africk's sons were always slaves; 90 I'd have the rogue beware of libel, And spare a jest--when on the Bible.

Where have I wander'd? do I dream? 175 Sure slaves of power are not my theme; But honest slaves, the sons of toil, Who cultivate the Planter's soil.

He who to thwart GOD'S system tries, Bids mountains sink, and vallies rise; 180 Slavery, subjection, what you will, Has ever been, and will be still: Trust me, that in this world of woe Mankind must different burthens know; Each bear his own, th' Apostle spoke; 185 And chiefly they who bear the yoke.

From wise subordination's plan Springs the chief happiness of man; Yet from that source to numbers flow Varieties of pain and woe; 190 Look round this land of freedom, pray, And all its lower ranks survey; Bid the hard-working labourer speak, What are his scanty gains a week? All huddled in a smoaky shed, 195 How are his wife and children fed? Are not the poor in constant fear Of the relentless Overseer?

But should our Wrongheads have their will, 255 Should Parliament approve their bill, Pernicious as th' effect would be, T' abolish negro slavery, Such partial freedom would be vain, Since Love's strong empire must remain. 260

My charming friend! it is full time To close this argument in rhime; The rhapsody must now be ended, 295 My proposition I've defended; For, Slavery there must ever be, While we have Mistresses like thee!

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