Released from misery, and escaped from care,
Go, meet that mercy man denies thee here.
And if some notions, vague and undefined,
Of future terrors, have assailed thy mind;
If such thy masters have presumed to teach—
As terrors only they are prone to preach;
For, should they paint eternal mercy’s reign,
Where were the oppressor’s rod, the captive’s chain?—
If, then, thy troubled soul has learned to dread