The prejudice of which I have been speaking would not exist but for this corrupt fountain. Here is the curse of curses:
0! slavery, slavery, I know thy dose, And thy curse I ever, ever loathe: Tis thee, foul monster of woe,
That spreads over my people curse on curse; I would thou wert now uprooted,
That the last remains of thee were torn
From out this soil whence blessings might flow To every inhabitant without a curse; But thou art a curse where blessings are, Thou art a curse where
blessings were, Thou art a spoiler of blessings here, Thou art the destruction of souls so dear, 0! slavery, slavery I know thy dose.