Poems Concerning the Slave Trade - Sonnet 2

SONNET II.

Why dost thou beat thy breast and rend thine hair,
And to the deaf sea pour thy frantic cries?
Before the gale the laden vessel flies;
The Heavens all-favoring smile, the breeze is fair;
Hark to the clamors of the exulting crew!
Hark, how their cannon mock the patient skies!
Why dost thou shriek, and strain thy red-swollen eyes,
As the white sail is lessening from thy view?
Go, pine in want, and anguish, and despair;
There is no mercy found in human-kind!
Go, Widow, to thy grave, and rest thee there:
But may the God of Justice bid the wind
Whelm that curst bark beneath the mountain,
And bless with liberty and death the Slave!
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