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5.Yea ev'n on earth, he'll prove his power
And as thou giv'st enlarge thy store;
And with the grace he will impart,
Pour joy on thy expanding heart.

6. That God who says, "my will be done"
Gave thee poor soul, his only son;
Receive his gift, on him believe,
Thou poor one sav'd, His poor relieve,

7. Earth's miser! though thy pile be high,
'Twill soon be lost, for thou must die;
The house as narrow as thy heart,
Shuts out his wealth, thy better part.

8. The liberal soul the poor who tends,
And to their dwellings comfort sends,
When he ascends the op'ning sky,
Finds all his wealth increased on high.

The following lines taken from an English publication, are supposed to be written by an African prince who arrived in England some years ago, and on being asked what he had given for his watch, replied, "What I shall never be able to recall."

1. When avarice enslaves the mind,
And selfish views alone bear sway,
Man turns a savage to his kind,
And blood and rapine mark his way;
Alas! for this poor simple toy
I sold a blooming Negro boy.

2. His father's hope, his mother's pride
Tho' black, yet comely to their view;
I tore him helpless from their side,
And gave him to a ruffian crew:
To fiends* that Afric's coast annoy
I sold the charming Negro boy.

3.From country, friends, and parents torn,
His tender limbs in chains confined,

[[footnote]] *Slave Traders [[/footnote]]

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I saw him o'er the billows borne,
And mark'd his agony of mind;
But still, to gain this simple toy
I gave away the Negro boy.

4. In Isles that deck the western wave,
I doomed the hopeless youth to dwell;
A poor, forlorn, insulted slave,
A beast that Christians buy and sell;
And in their cruel tasks employ
The much-enduring Negro boy.

5. His wretched parents long shall mourn,
Shall long explore the distant main,
In hopes to see the youth return;
But all their hopes and sighs are vain.
They never will the sight enjoy,
Of their lamented Negro boy.

6. Beneath a tyrant's harsh command,
He wears away his youthful prime,
Far distant from his native land,
A stranger in a foreign clime:
No pleasing thoughts his mind employ,
A poor dejected Negro boy.

7. But He who "walks upon the wind,"
Whose voice in thunder's heard on high,
Who doth the raging tempest bind,
Or wing the lightning through the sky,
In His own time will soon destroy
The oppressors of the Negro boy.

THE LITTLE CHIMNEY SWEEPER
Founded on fact- Written by Upton.
1. 'Twas a keen frosty morning, and the snow heavily falling,
When a child of misfortune was thus sadly calling:-
"Sweep, sweep- I am cold and the snow very deep,
O, pray, take compassion on a poor little sweep!
Sweep, chimney sweep."

2. The tears down his cheeks in large drops were fast rolling;
Unnotic'd, unpitied, by those by him strolling,

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