But many have a different lot to know!
Abroad.
They're often caught and sold as slaves, alas!
Reflections on the foregoing.
Thus men from highest joy to sorrow pass;
Yet though thy monarch and thy nobles boil
Rack and molasses in Jamaica's isle,
Desolate Africa! thou art lovely yet!
One heart yet beats which ne'er thee shall forget.
What though thy maidens are a blackish brown,