Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy sideThy every action let the goddess guide.

Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.

Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, /May be refin'd and join th' angelic train.

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.