“Its cargo,—our dark Sons of pain—
“For worldly treasure bought!
“What had they done?—O Nature tell me why—
“Is taunting scorn the lot, of thy dark progeny?
VII.
“Thou gav’st, in thy caprice, the Soul
“Peculiarly enshrin’d;
“Nor from the ebon Casket stole
“The Jewel of the mind!
“Then wherefore let the suffering Negro’s breast