“Bow to his fellow, MAN, in brighter colours drest.
VIII.
“Is it the dim and glossy hue
“That marks him for despair?—
“While men with blood their hands embrue,
“And mock the wretch’s pray’r?
“Shall guiltless Slaves the Scourge of tyrants feel,
“And, e’en before their God! unheard, unpitied kneel.
IX.
“Could the proud rulers of the land