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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Slave Dealer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,<br>With visage tanned and dun:<br>His Mother, when he told his name,<br>Scarce knew her long-lost son;<br>So altered was his face and frame<br>By the ill course he had run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was hot fever in his blood,<br>And dark thoughts in his brain;<br>And oh! to turn his heart to good<br>That Mother strove in vain,<br>For fierce and fearful was his mood,<br>Racked by remorse and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if, at times, a gleam more mild<br>Would o'er his features stray,<br>When knelt the Widow near her Child,<br>And he tried with her to pray,<br>It lasted not for visions wild<br>Still scared good thoughts away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There's blood upon my hands!" he said,<br>"Which water cannot wash;<br>It was not shed where warriors bled <br>It dropped from the gory lash,<br>As I whirled it o'er and o'er my head,<br>And with each stroke left a gash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"With every stroke I left a gash,<br>While Negro blood sprang high;<br>And now all ocean cannot wash<br>My soul from murder's dye;<br>Nor e'en thy prayer, dear Mother, quash<br>That Woman's wild death-cry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Her cry is ever in my ear,<br>And it will not let me pray;<br>Her look I see her voice I hear <br>As when in death she lay,<br>And said, 'With me thou must appear<br>On God's great Judgment-day!'"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Now, Christ from frenzy keep my son!"<br>The woeful Widow cried;<br>"Such murder foul thou ne'er hast done <br>Some fiend thy soul belied!" <br>" Nay, Mother! the Avenging One<br>Was witness when she died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The writhing wretch with furious heel<br>I crushed no mortal nigh;<br>But that same hour her dread appeal<br>Was registered on high;<br>And now with God I have to deal,<br>And dare not meet His eye!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Pringle">Thomas Pringle</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530237" data-title="The Slave Dealer de Thomas Pringle" data-description="From ocean's wave a Wanderer came, With visage tanned and dun: His Mother, when he told his name, Scarce knew her long-lost son; So altered was his face and frame By the ill course he had run. There was hot fever in his blood, And dark thoughts i..."></div> </div> </div>
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