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SONNET,

TO THOMAS CLARKSON,

On the final passing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade,
March, 1807.

Clarkson! it was an obstinate Hill to climb;How toilsome, nay how dire it was, by TheeIs known,—by none, perhaps, so feelingly;But Thou, who, starting in thy fervent prime,Didst first lead forth this pilgrimage sublime,Hast heard the constant Voice its charge repeat,Which, out of thy young heart's oracular seat,First roused thee.—O true yoke-fellow of TimeWith unabating effort, see, the palmIs won, and by all Nations shall be worn!The bloody Writing is for ever torn,And Thou henceforth shalt have a good Man's calm,A great Man's happiness; thy zeal shall findRepose at length, firm Friend of human kind!
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