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 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 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