THY country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee by cruel men and impious called Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose the enthralled From exile, public sale, and slavery's chain. Friend of the poor, the wronged, the fetter-galled, Fear not lest labour such as thine be vain! Thou hast achieved a part; hast gained the ear Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause. Hope smiles, joy springs, and though cold caution pause And weave delay, the better hour is near That shall remunerate thy toils severe By peace for Afric, fenced with British laws. Enjoy what thou hast won, esteem and love From all the just on earth and all the blest above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DEATH, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN by THOMAS HARDY THE GODS AND THE WINDS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |