“Our Sable race behold;
“Some bow’d by torture’s Giant hand
“And others, basely sold!
“Then would they pity Slaves, and cry, with shame,
“Whate’er their TINTS may be, their Souls are still the same!
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“Why seek to mock the Ethiop’s face?
“Why goad our hapless kind?
“Can features alienate the race—
“Is there no kindred mind?