“That Heaven to me the pow’r denied
“To touch the soul of man, and share
“A brother’s love, a brother’s care;
“Why is this dingy form decreed
“To bear oppression’s scourge and bleed?—
“Is there a God, in yon dark Heav’n,
“And shall such monsters be forgiv’n?
VIII.
“Here, in this smiling land we find
“Neglect and mis’ry sting our race;