(PRINTED IN THE "NORTHAMPTON MERCURY.") To purify their wine some people bleed A lamb into the barrel, and succeed; No nostrum, planters say, is half so good To make fine sugar as a negro's blood. Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs. 'Tis in the blood of innocence alone-- Good cause why planters never try their own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON WHAT THE THRUSH SAID by JOHN KEATS THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE |