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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pity For Poor Africans</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, <br>And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves;<br>What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans<br>Is almost enough to draw pity from stones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, <br>For how could we do without sugar and rum?<br>Especially sugar, so needful we see;<br>What, give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes,<br>Will heartily thank us, no doubt, for our pains:<br>If we do not buy the poor creatures, they will:<br>And tortures and groans will be multiplied still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If foreigners likewise would give up the trade,<br>Much more in behalf of your wish might be said;<br>But, while they got riches by purchasing blacks,<br>Pray tell me why we may not also go snacks?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind<br>A story so pat, you may think it is coined,<br>On purpose to answer you, out of my mint;<br>But I can assure you I saw it in print.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest,<br>Had once his integrity put to the test;<br>His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob,<br>And asked him to go and assist in the job.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was shocked, sir, like you, and answered -- 'Oh, no<br>What! rob our good neighbour? I pray you don't go!<br>Besides the man's poor, his orchard's his bread;<br>Then think of his children, for they must be fed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You speak very fine, and you look very grave,<br>But apples we want, and apples we'll have;<br>If you will go with us, you shall have a share,<br>If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They spoke, and Tom pondered --'I see they will go:<br>Poor man! what a pity to injure him so!<br>Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could,<br>But staying behind will do him no good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If the matter depended alone upon me,<br>His apples might hang till they dropped from the tree;<br>But since they will take them, I think I'll go too:<br>He will lose none by me, though I get a few.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease,<br>And went with his comrades the apples to seize;<br>He blamed and protested, but joined in the plan;<br>He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves;
What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and groans
Is almost enough to draw pity from stones.

I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, 
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