Chapter 1711 of 1964 · 60 words · ~1 min read

LXXXII.

O Wilberforce! thou man of black renown, Whose merit none enough can sing or say, Thou hast struck one immense Colossus down, Thou moral Washington of Africa! But there's another little thing, I own, Which you should perpetrate some summer's day, And set the other half of Earth to rights; You have freed the _blacks_--now pray shut up the whites.