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��In these romantic regions Man grows wild ; Here dwells the negro, Nature's outcast child, Scorn'd by his brethren ; but his mother's eye. That gazes on him from her warmest sky. Sees in his flexile limbs untutor'd grace, Power on his forehead, beauty in liis face ; Sees in his breast, where lawless passions rove, The heart of friendship and the home of love; Sees in his mind, where desolation reigns. Fierce as his clime, uncultured as his plains, A soil where virtue's fairest flowers might shoot, And trees of science bend with glorious fruit ; Sees in his soul, involved with thickest night. An emanation of eternal light, Ordain'd, midst sinking worlds, his dust to fire, And shine for ever when the stars expire. Is he not Man, though knowledge never shed Her quickening beams on his neglected head ? Is he not Man, though sweet religion's voice Ne'er bade the mourner in his God rejoice ?
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