On
seeing
the
Captives
,
lately
redeem'd
from
Barbary
by
His
Majesty
.
A
sight
like
this
,
who
can
unmov'd
survey
?
Impartial
Muse
,
can'st
thou
with-hold
thy
Lay
?
See
the
freed
Captives
hail
their
native
Shore
,
And
tread
the
Land
of
Liberty
once
more
:
See
,
as
they
pass
,
the
crouding
People
press
,
Joy
in
their
Joy
,
and
their
Dellv'rer
bless
.
Now
,
Slavery
!
no
more
thy
rigid
Hand
Shall
drag
the
Trader
to
thy
fatal
Strand
:
No
more
in
Iron
Bonds
the
Wretched
groan
;
Secur'd
,
Britannia
,
by
thy
Guardian
Throne
.
Say
,
mighty
Prince
!
can
Empire
boast
a
Bliss
,
Amidst
its
radiant
Pomp
,
that
equals
this
?
To
see
the
Captives
by
thy
Pow'r
set
free
,
Their
Supplications
raise
to
Heav'n
for
Thee
!
The
god
like
Bounty
scatters
Blessings
round
;
As
flowing
Urns
enrich
the
distant
Ground
:
No
more
shall
Woes
the
fainting
Heart
destroy
;
The
House
of
Mourning
now
is
turn'd
to
Joy
:
See
Arms
in
Grief
long
folded
up
,
extend
,
To
clasp
a
Husband
,
Brother
,
Kinsman
,
Friend
:
See
hoary
Parents
,
tott'ring
o'er
the
Grave
,
A
Son
long-wail'd
,
to
prop
their
Age
,
receive
:
And
,
Have
we
liv'd
to
see
thy
Face
?
they
cry
;
O
!
'tis
enough
—
We
now
in
Peace
shall
die
:
O
bless'd
be
Heaven
!
and
bless'd
,
while
Life
remains
.
Shall
be
the
Hand
,
that
has
unbound
thy
Chains
!
Forbear
,
my
Muse
;
know
Art
attempts
in
vain
,
What
Nature
pictures
to
the
Breast
humane
.
To
Sir
Charles
Wager
,
who
entertain'd
the
Captives
at
their
coming
to
London
,
Nov.
11.
1734.
Wager
turn
;
for
Wager
raise
thy
Voice
;
To
feed
the
Hungry
,
long
has
been
his
Choice
,
And
make
the
Heart
,
born
down
by
Care
,
rejoice
.
Say
,
ye
Luxurious
,
who
indulge
your
Taste
,
And
,
by
one
Riot
,
might
a
Thousand
feast
;
Do
you
not
blush
to
see
his
Care
to
feed
The
Captives
by
your
Monarch's
Bounty
freed
?
The
bitter
Cup
of
Slavery
is
past
;
But
pining
Penury
approaches
fast
.
And
shall
the
When
the
Captives
attended
his
Majesty
at
St.
James's
in
their
slavish
Habits
,
to
return
Thanks
for
their
Deliverance
,
his
Majesty
was
graciously
pleas'd
to
order
100
Guineas
to
be
distributed
among
them
;
and
their
Royal
Highnesses
the
Duke
and
the
Princesses
gave
above
50
more
.
Royal
Rage
alone
bestow
?
Shall
not
Compassion
from
the
Subject
flow
?
Shall
not
each
free-born
Briton's
Bosom
melt
,
To
make
the
Joys
of
Liberty
more
felt
?
So
,
Albion
,
be
it
ever
giv'n
to
thee
,
To
break
the
Bonds
,
and
set
the
Pris'ners
free