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.