The frantic mother calls her sever'd child.
One universal tumult raves around;
From boat to ship responds the frenzied sound:
With tenfold anguish bursts before the throne,
Where Justice sits, and calls the thunder down.
Immortal Power! in whose impartial gaze,
Nor clime, nor realm can vain distinction raise;
No worm-rais'd station thy attention draws,
Nor tinctur'd skin contracts thy ample laws;
But, to thy bounteous eye, the extended frame