Again:—
“Heaven will one day free us from this slavery.”
Again:—
“Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead!—
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets;
Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,
Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement”
COWPER says:—
“Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free.
They touch our country and their shackles fall.
That’s noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through every vein
Of all your Empire, that where Britain’s power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too!”
“Where is the beauty to see,
Like the sun-brilliant brow of a nation when free?”
Again, he says:—
“If our fathers promised for themselves, to make themselves slaves, they could make no such promise for us.”