And if a boundless plenty be the robe, But ah! what wish can prosper, or what prayer. Who drive a loathsome traffic, gauge, and spau, But not the thought that they must meet no more; Canst thou, and honour'd with a Christian name side; Has God then Även its swe moss to the ca28 Unless his laws be tramolad Built a brave world, w Unless his right to rule it be dismiss'd? And soothe the sorrows or so sad a state. A Briton knows, or if he knows it not, The Scripture placed within his reach, he ought, He, from whose hand alone all power proceeds, But marks the man that treads his fellow down. Trouble is grudgingly and hardly brook'd, Or taste the fountain in the neighbouring glade : Else who would lose, that had the power to improve The occasion of transmuting fear to love? Oh, 'tis a godlike privilege to save! And he that scorns it is himself a slave. Inform his mind; one flash of heavenly day Would heal his heart, and melt his chains away. And slaves, by truth enlarged, are doubly freed. Sin forged, and ignorance made fast, the chain; At my best home, if not exiled from thee. Some men make gain a fountain whence proceeds A stream of liberal and heroic deeds; The swell of pity, not to be confined |