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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anthony Benezet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend of the Afric! friend of the oppress'd!<br>Thou who wert cradled in a far-off clime,<br>Where bigotry and tyranny unbless'd,<br>With gory hand defaced the page of time;<br>Wert thou forth driven by their stern control,<br>An infant fugitive across the deep,<br>To teach, in after years, thy pitying soul<br>O'er all the Afric's causeless wrongs to weep,<br>Where slavery's bitter tears the flag of freedom steep?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thou didst nobly plead for them; thy heart,<br>Thrilling to all the holy sympathies,<br>Of natural brotherhood, wept, to see the mart<br>Of commerce, with its human merchandize,<br>So crowded and polluted, and thy voice,<br>With the clear trumpet tones of God's own word,<br>Rang through the guilty crowd, until no choice<br>Was left them but to tremble as they heard,<br>Or bind with treble seal the feelings thou hadst stirr'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ears of princes heard thee; and the wise,<br>Touch'd by the mastery of thy earnestness,<br>Bade their train'd spirits for a while to rise<br>From their profound research, and learn to bless<br>Thy generous efforts, and with kindred zeal,<br>Led on by thee in duty's path to move;<br>And kindled by thy sacred ardour, feel,<br>Like thee, that overflowing gush of love,<br>That lifts man's selfish heart all narrow thoughts above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fetters of the slave are still unbroken;<br>But there will come, perchance, ere long, a day,<br>When by their lips who wrong'd him, shall be spoken<br>The fiat of his freedom;—and the ray<br>Of intellectual light shall radiance pour<br>On minds o'er which the gloom of darkness hung<br>In treble folds impervious before,<br>By tyrants’ hands around them rudely flung,<br>To bind the chains that to both limb and spirit clung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shall their children learn to speak thy name,<br>With the full heart of gratitude, and know<br>What thou hast done for them; and while they frame<br>That history for their infants’ ears, may grow<br>Perchance, in their own hearts, the likeness strong<br>Of thy bright virtues; so thou still shalt be,<br>Even in thy sepulchre, their friend;—and long<br>Shall those who love mankind, remember thee,<br>Thou noble friend of those who pined in slavery</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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