Rich in the gems of India's gaudy zone,
And plunder pil'd from kingdoms not their own,
Degenerate Trade! thy minions could despise
The heart-born anguish of a thousand cries;
Could lock, with impious hands, their teeming store,
While furnish'd nations died along the shore;
Could mock the groans of fellow men, and bear,
The curse of kingdoms peopled with despair;
Could stamp disgrace on Nature's hollow name,
And barter, with their gold, eternal shame!