...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which Earth...man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...

...pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...

...prospect presented by the world around us, seems too fully to justify the reflections of the Poet Cowper: "There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, '•'It does not feel for man. • "The natural bond of brotherhood, is severed as the flax, "That falls asunder at the touch of fire." Indeed,...

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...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong,...

...unsuccessful or successful war, Mi^ht never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with cv'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth...the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. a He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Notcolour'd like his own; and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong,...

...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...

...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, 5 My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd. as the flax, 10 That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He...

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...is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...