...ev'ry day's report Of wrong and ontrage with which Earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdnrate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asnnder at the tonch of fire. He finds his fellow gnilty of a skin Not colonr'd like his own ; and...

...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 outrage, with which earth is...the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire." It is most melancholy, that literary pursuits, of all others, attach least good-will among the common...

...paiu'd, Mv/soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is lill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; It does...the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire." tt is most melancholy, that literary pursuits, of all others, attach least good-will among the common...

...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry days report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart; It does not feel for man. The cat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sevei'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of. fire. He finds...

...Might never reach me more ! My ear is paia'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong anil outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh...the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He fmds bis fellow guilty of a skin Not color'd like his own ; and having power T* enforce the wrong,...

...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 outrage, with which Earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the uat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...

...oppre^sien andi deceit^ ' Blight never reach me more ! My ear is pain*t!, My soul is eick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with, .which earth is fill'd,. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It^oes not feel for man. The nat'ral hond., Ot" brotheihooi! is sever'd, as the flnx ТЫ falls asunder...

...is pain'd, 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. Then what is man ? And what man seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his...

...of these wretches, falsely called Christians. " There is no flesh in their obdurate hearts, They do not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood...the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire." Cold, hungry, and almost exhausted, our friends had no alternative but to proceed to the nearest town,...

...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 outrage with which Earth is fill'd....feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is serer'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin....