At home their lives in pleasure always flow,15

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 joys to sorrow pass.

Yet though thy monarchs and thy nobles boil

Rack and molasses in Jamaica's isle;20

Desolate Afric! thou art lovely yet!!

One heart yet beats which ne'er thee shall forget.