To Heaven the Christian Negro sent his sighs, Yet, while he wept, rejoiced that he was born. Still slowly spread the dawn of life and day, Meanwhile, among the great, the brave, the free, soul. Thus Africa, entranced with sorrow, stood, No guile could thwart, no power his purpose bend. 1 Granville Sharpe, Esq. after a struggle of many years, against authority and precedent, established in our courts of justice the law of the Constitution, that there are no slaves in England, and that the fact of a Negro being found in this country is of itself a proof that he is a freeman. 2 No panegyric which a conscientious writer can bestow, or a good man may receive, will be deemed extravagant for the modest merits of Mr. Clarkson, by those who are acquainted with his labors.-See his History of the Abolition, etc., 2 vols. 3 The author of this poem confesses himself under many obligations to Mr. Wilberforce's eloquent letter on the Abolition of the Slave Trade, addressed to the Freeholders of Yorkshire, and published in 1807, previous to the decision of the question. With angel-might opposed the rage of hell, Las Casas has been accused of being a promoter, if not the original projector, of the Negro Slave Trade to the West Indies. The Abbé Gregoire some years ago published a defence of this great and good man against the degrading imputation. The following, among other arguments which he advances, are well worthy of consideration. The slave trade between Africa and the West Indies commenced, according to Herrera himself, the first and indeed the only accuser of Las Casas, nineteen years before the epoch of his pretended project. Herrera (from whom other authors have negligently taken the fact for granted, on his bare word) does not quote a single authority in support of his assertion, that Las Casas recommended the importation of Negroes into Hispaniola. The charge itself was first published thirty-five years after the death of Las Casas. All writers antecedent to Herrera, and contemporary with him, are silent on the subject, although several of these were the avowed enemies of Las Casas. Herrera's veracity on other points is much disputed, and he displays violent prejudices against the man whom he accuses. It may be added, that he was greatly indebted to him for information as an historian of the Indies. In the numerous writings of Las Casas himself, still extant, there is not one word in favor of slavery of any kind, but they abound with reasoning and invective against it in every shape; and, among his eloquent appeals, and comprehensive plans on behalf of the oppressed Indians, there is not a solitary hint in recommendation of the African Slave Trade. He only twice mentions the Negroes through all his multifarious writings; in one instance he merely names them as living in the islands (in a manuscript in the National Library at Paris); and in the same work he proposes no other remedy for the miseries of the aboriginal inhabitants, than the suppression of the repartimientos, or divisions of the people, with the soil on which they were born. In another memorial, after detailing at great length the measures which ought to be pursued for the redress of the Indians (the proper opportunity, certainly, to advocate the Negro Slave Trade, if he approved of it), he adds,-"The Indians are not more tormented by their masters and the different public officers, than by their servants and by the Negroes." The original accusation of Las Casas, translated from the words of Herrera, is as follows:-"The licentiate Bartholomew Las Casas, perceiving that his plans experienced on all sides great difficulties, and that the expectations which he had formed from his connexion with the High Chancellor, and the favorable opinion the latter entertained of him, had not produced any effect, projected other expedients, such as, to procure for the Castilians established in the Indies a cargo of Negroes, to relieve the Indians in the culture of the earth and the labor of the mines; also to obtain a great number of working men (from Europe), who should pass over into those regions with certain privileges, and on certain conditions, which he detailed." Let this statement be compared with Dr. Robertson's most exaggerated account, avowedly taken from Herrera alone, and let every man judge for himself, whether one of the most zealous and indefatigable advocates of freedom that ever existed, "while he contended earnestly for the liberty of the people born in one quarter of the globe, labored to enslave the inhabitants of another region, and, in his zeal to save the Americans from the yoke, pronounced it to be lawful and expedient to impose one still heavier on the Africans."-Robertson's History of America, Vol. I, Part III. But the circumstance connected by Dr. Robertson with this supposed scheme of Las Casas is unwarranted by any authority, and makes his own of no value. He adds," The plan of Las Casas was adopted. Charles V. granted a patent to one of his Flemish favorites, containing an exclusive right of importing four thousand Negroes into America." Herrera, the only author whom Dr. Robertson pretends to follow, does not, in any place, associate his random charge against Las Casas with this acknowledged and most infamous act. The crime of having first recommended the importation of African slaves into the American islands is attributed, by three writers of the life of Cardinal Ximenes (who rendered himself illustrious by his opposition to the trade in its infancy), to Chiecres, and by two others, to the Flemish nobility themselves, who obtained the monopoly aforementioned, and which was sold to some "Genoese merchants for 25,000 ducats: and they were the first who brought into a regular form that commerce for slaves between Africa and America, which has since been carried on to such an amazing extent."-It is unnecessary to say more on this subject.-A translation of Gregoire's de203 -When Pitt, supreme, amid the senate, rose The Muse to whom the lyre and lute belong, -When Afric's woes o'erwhelm'd her while she sung, Lamented Cowper! in thy path I tread; Quick at the call of Virtue, Freedom, Truth, The Negro's claim to all his Maker gave, 66 Muse! take the harp of prophecy :-behold! Unutterable mysteries of fate Involve, O Africa! thy future state. Son of my widow'd 'love, my orphan joy! In fire and wrath through every realm they run; She started from her trance!—and round the shore, Till at the Conqueror's feet, from sea to sea, Beheld her supplicating sons once more fence of Las Casas was published in 1803, by H. D. Symonds, Paternoster-Row. 1 "England expects every man to do his duty." A hundred nations bow the servile knee, Dim through the night of these tempestuous years A Sabbath dawn o'er Africa appears; 204 PREFACE. as are introduced would probably have acted and spoken as they are here made to act and speak. The THERE is no authentic history of the world from story is told as a parable only; and its value, in this the Creation to the Deluge, besides that which is view, must be determined by its moral, or rather by found in the first chapters of Genesis. He, therefore, its religious influence on the mind and on the heart. who fixes the date of a fictitious narrative within that Fiction though it be, it is the fiction that represents period, is under obligation to no other authority what- | Truth; and that is Truth, Truth in the essence, ever for conformity of manners, events, or even lo- though not in the name; Truth in the spirit, though calities: he has full power to accommodate these to not in the letter. his peculiar purposes, observing only such analogy as shall consist with the brief information contained in the sacred records, concerning mankind in the earliest ages. The present writer acknowledges, that he has exercised this undoubted right with great freedom. Success alone sanctions bold innovation: if he has succeeded in what he has attempted, he will need no arguments to justify it; if he has miscarried, none will avail him. Those who imagine that he has exhibited the antediluvians as more skilful in arts and arms than can be supposed, in their stage of society, may read the Eleventh Book of PARADISE LOST:-and those who think he has made the religion of the Patriarchs too evangelical, may read the Twelfth. With respect to the personages and incidents of his story, the Author having deliberately adopted them, under the conviction, that in the characters of the one he was not stepping out of human nature, and in the construction of the other not exceeding the limits of poetical probability, he asks no favor, he deprecates no censure, on behalf of either; nor shall the facility| with which "much malice, and a little wit" might turn into ridicule every line that he has written, deter him from leaving the whole to the mercy of general Readers. But, here is a large web of fiction involving a small fact of Scripture! Nothing could justify a work of this kind, if it were, in any way, calculated to impose on the credulity, pervert the principles, or corrupt the affections, of its approvers. Here, then, the appeal lies to conscience rather than to taste; and the decision on this point is of infinitely more importance to the Poet than his name among men, or his interests on earth. It was his design, in this composition, to present a similitude of events, that might be imagined to have happened in the first age of the world, in which such Scripture-characters | TO THE SPIRIT OF A DEPARTED FRIEND. MANY, my friend, have mourn'd for Thee, Long as thy name on earth shall be In sweet remembrance borne, By those who loved Thee here, and love For while thine absence they deplore, And o'er the tomb they lift their eye, In silent anguish, O my friend ! In loftier mood, I fain would raise, Proud wish, and vain!—I cannot give THOU art not dead, Thou couldst not die; Thou look'st in pity from the sky Where glory is but dying flame, Yet didst Thou prize the Poet's art; How pure, how fervent from the heart, When first this dream of ancient times And forth in rude spontaneous rhymes That hand with awe resumed the lyre, Alone, in sickness, care, and woe, Afraid to trust the bold design To less indulgent ears than thine. "T is done;-nor would I dread to meet And gain'd the smile I long'd to gain, Full well I know, if Thou wert here, Dear as my theme was once, and dear Too mean to yield Thee pure delight, Yet could they reach Thee where thou art, My task is o'er; and I have wrought, To raise the scatter'd seed of thought O for soft winds and clement showers! Those flowers I train'd, of many a hue, And little thought, that I must strew -Beyond that tomb I lift mine eye, Thou art not dead, Thou couldst not die. Farewell, but not a long farewell; In heaven may I appear, The trials of my faith to tell In thy transported ear, And sing with Thee the eternal strain, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain." January 23, 1813. INTRODUCTORY NOTE. No place having been found, in Asia, to correspond exactly with the Mosaic description of the site of Paradise, the Author of the following Poem has disregarded both the learned and the absurd hypotheses on the subject; and at once imagining an inaccessible tract of land at the confluence of four rivers, which after their junction take the name of the largest, and become the Euphrates of the ancient world, he has placed "the happy garden" there. Milton's noble fiction of the Mount of Paradise being removed by the deluge, and push'd Down the great river to the opening gulf, and there converted into a barren isle, implies such a change in the water-courses as will, poetically at least, account for the difference between the scene of this story and the present face of the country, at the point where the Tigris and Euphrates meet. On the eastern side of these waters, the Author supposes the descendants of the younger Children of Adam to dwell, possessing the land of Eden; the rest of the world having been gradually colonized by emigrants from these, or peopled by the posterity of Cain. In process of time, after the Sons of God had formed connexions with the daughters of men, and there were Giants in the earth, the latter assumed to be Lords and Rulers over mankind, till among themselves arose One, excelling all his brethren in knowledge and power, who became their King, and by their aid, in the course of a long life, subdued all the inhabited earth, except the land of Eden. This land, at the head of a mighty army, principally composed of the descendants of Cain, he has invaded and conquered, even to the banks of the Euphrates, at the opening of the action of the poem. It is only necessary to add, that for the sake of distinction, the invaders are frequently denominated from Cain, as "the host of Cain,"-"the force of Cain,"-" the camp of Cain ;"-and the remnant of the defenders of Eden are, in like manner, denominated from Eden. -The Jews have an ancient tradition, that some of the Giants, at the Deluge, fled to the top of a high mountain, and escaped the ruin that involved the rest of their kindred. In the tenth Canto of the following Poem, a hint is borrowed from this tradition, but it is made to yield to the superior authority of Scripturetestimony. THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. CANTO I. The Invasion of Eden by the Descendants of Cain. The Flight of Javan from the Camp of the Invaders to the Valley where the Patriarchs dwelt. The story of Javan's former life. EASTWARD of Eden's early-peopled plain, When Abel perish'd by the hand of Cain, The murderer from his Judge's presence fled : Thence to the rising sun his offspring spread; Bat he, the fugitive of care and guilt, He found, where'er he roam'd, uncheer'd, unblest, Ages meanwhile, as ages now are told, Age, at his fig-tree, rested from his toil, Now from the east, supreme in arts and arms, One sole-surviving remnant, void of fear, The orphans, and the childless of the land. But since he fell, within their triple bound, The midnight watch was ended; down the west From earth to heaven, had wing'd his homeward To waste their brethren's lands with sword and flame. Glorious at first, but lessening by the way, In vain the younger race of Adam rose, And lost insensibly in higher day. From track of man and herd his path he chose, While dark amidst the dews that glitter'd round, Far on the left, to man for ever closed, |