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Ah linger not to hear the song!
Genius avenge thy Children's wrong!
The Dæmon Commerce on your shore
Pours all the horrors of his train,
And hark! where from the field of gore
Howls the hyena o'er the slain!
Lo! where the flaming village fires the skies!
Avenging Power, awake—arise!
Genius avenge thy Children's wrong!
The Dæmon Commerce on your shore
Pours all the horrors of his train,
And hark! where from the field of gore
Howls the hyena o'er the slain!
Lo! where the flaming village fires the skies!
Avenging Power, awake—arise!
Arise, thy children's wrongs redress!
Ah heed the mother's wretchedness
When in the hot infectious air
O'er her sick babe she bows opprest—
Ah hear her when the Christians tear
The drooping infant from her breast!
Whelm'd in the waters he shall rest!
Hear thou the wretched mother's cries,
Avenging Power awake! arise!
Ah heed the mother's wretchedness
When in the hot infectious air
O'er her sick babe she bows opprest—
Ah hear her when the Christians tear
The drooping infant from her breast!
Whelm'd in the waters he shall rest!
Hear thou the wretched mother's cries,
Avenging Power awake! arise!
By the rank infected air
That taints those dungeons of despair,
That taints those dungeons of despair,
