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 His wretched parents long ſhall mourn,
 * Shall long explore the diſtant main,

In hopes to ſee the youth return,
 * But all their hopes and ſighs are vain!
 * They never ſhell the fight enjoy
 * Of their lamented Negro Boy!

Beneath a tyrant's harſh command
 * He wears away his youthful prime!

Far diſtant from his native land,
 * A ſtranger in a foreign clime!
 * No pleaſing thoughts his mind employ,
 * A poor dejected Negro Boy!

But He who walks upon the wind !
 * Whoſe voice in thunders heard on high!

Who doth the raging tempeſt bind!
 * Or wing the lightning thro' the ſky !
 * In his own time wid ſure destroy
 * The oppreſſors of a Negro Boy!

HEN the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be ſeen,
 * and the meadow their beauty have loſt;

When nature's diſrob'd of her mantle of green
 * and the ſtreams are faſt bound with the froſt: