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HYMN . What wonders , Lord ! diversified In countless forms , as in extent , In scenery of grandeur spread , In beaming beauty prevalent ;
What bounties it is thy behest That Nature ' s , bosom should disclose , Our generations to sustain ; Thy visible creation shows i But , who shall speak , what mind con ceive The brighter glories of thy reign , Diffus'd through co-eternal space , Thy sole ax ± d measureless domain ; ""
The breathings of thy love on each Remote , contemporaneous race ; Which the Supreme alone can through Th * invisible creation trace ? With what profound humility Thy servant meditates the theme , Bows in thy presence , —how revered !—Unerring , Thou canst justly deem :
Yet , what should check the rising pride , That swells to tumult in the soul , — The consciousness that would proclaim , " I am a part of this creat whole" ? BREVIS .
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ENGLAND'S ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE . From Airic ' s plains , the sable of mankind , Captiv'd in venal combats of wild
chiefs , Or basely kidnapp'd , ' midst heartwringing griefs , Were torn by fellow-men to justice blind , And manacled on decks , to cross the
waves For branded sale , in scorching rays to toil , Far from dear kindred and lov'd native soil , By hard oppression thong * d as bestial slaves .
England ! 'twas thine their suflfrings to deplore , Thine Clarkson , Sharpe and Fox , the trade to ban . Illustrious sons , ! not Wurr'd their fame
W 1 U 1 g ftUB . * . Lovers of p ^ ace , the real friends of mail . . ' " .,. ,,, . ,. * . Yet slavery ' s wrongs the sugar islands , stain , And send reproaches o ' er tit' Atlantic main . , . ' ¦ \ } ¦ . . v . R » F » Kidderminster r August 7 , 1820 ,
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FAREWELL TO ALBION . * fThe following beautiful lines were written by thelate Joseph Ritchie , Esq ., in the cabin of the ship which bore him
to the contagious climes of Africa , as he receded from the shores of his native country . The touching manner in which he anticipates the probability of the fatal close of his adventurous enterprise , must draw upon the sympathy of every feeling mind . — -uintijacobin Review . ]
Thy- chalky cliffs are falling from my-view , Our bark is dancing gaily o ' er the sea , £ sigh while yet I may , and say adieu , Albion ! thou jewel of the earth , to thee ; Whose fields first fed my childish fantasy , Whose mountains were my boyhood ' s wild delight , Whose rocks and woods and torrents
were to me The food of my soul's youthful appetite—Were music to my ear , a blessing to my sight , I never dreamt of beauty , but behold !
Straitway thy daughters dashed upon my eye ; I never mus'd on valour , but the old Memorials of thy haughty chivalry FUl'd my expanding soul with ecstacy ; And when I thought on wisdom and the crown
The muses give , witk exultation high , I turn'd to those whom thou hast call'd thy own , , Who nil the spacious earth with their and thy renown . When my young heart in life's gay morning hour ,
At beauty ' s summons beat a wild alarm , Her voice came to me from an English bower , , And English were the smiles that wrought , the charm ; And if * when wrapt asleep on fancy's
arm , Visions of bliss my riper age have cheer'd , Of home , and love ' s fireside , and greetings warm , For one by absence and long toil endear ^ The fabric of my hopes ojv thee hath still been reared . ¦ ;
Peace to thy smiling hearths , when lam And m ^ ay ^ . tjt ^ st ^ tfo ^ an ^ ent dowry To be a m ^ ck to ^ ld ^* ' t ^ e-sal % ate on , Like a tall watch-tow ^ -jBaSbtng' o * & th ^ deep ; 4 p
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s 6 i 8 Poetry . — -England ' s Abolition of the Slave Trmde ^ — Farewell to Albion .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1820, page 618, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2493/page/54/
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