Dishonour, and be wronged without redress.

Haste, then, and wheel away a shattered world

Ye slow revolving seasons! We would see—

A sight to which our eyes are strangers yet—

A world that does not hate and dread His laws,

And suffer for its crime; would learn how fair

The creature is that God pronounces good,

How pleasant in itself what pleases Him.—Cowper.


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