Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn; to increase a strangers treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold; but, though theirs they have enrolld me, minds are never to be sold. – William Cowper
Thy treasures of gold Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold; Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear The crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear. – Lydia Maria Child
Slavery is no more sinful, by the Christian code, than it is sinful to wear a whole coat, while another is in tatters, to eat a better meal than a neighbor, or otherwise to enjoy ease and plenty, while our fellow creatures are suffering and in want. – James Fenimore Cooper
