In savage swarms, upon the blood-stain'd shore,
Sees their abhorr'd approach—with harsher chains,
To load (curst act!) oppression's weak remains.
Now o'er the gloomy ship, in villain guise,
The shrouding canvass drawn, shuts out the skies.
The pitchy curtain throws a shade unclean;
Meet apparatus for the horrid scene.
Marshal'd with fatal skill, in abject; bands—
Forbearing heaven!—the human purchase stands.
Now rush the trading fiends; and, with fell sway