This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841 Excerpt: ...and oracles of flame, That we do worse than little while we hold Our brethren debtors to our bounty sold! It is their one great human right to be, Though bound by love, from mere compulsion free, With none, save God, to fashion them at will, And say--' My Creature, thou my law fulfil!' "lis ignorant Pride that fain ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841 Excerpt: ...and oracles of flame, That we do worse than little while we hold Our brethren debtors to our bounty sold! It is their one great human right to be, Though bound by love, from mere compulsion free, With none, save God, to fashion them at will, And say--' My Creature, thou my law fulfil!' "lis ignorant Pride that fain would hear men crave Those alms that starve, those lessons that enslave, And feel its gaudy virtue's fit reply In sorrow's grateful shame-tormented sigh. If any bear a heart that can revere, Yet pity his own nature's hapless peer, Let him his high benignant scorn disown, And tell the man--' Thy soul is thine alone; And if it e'er shall rise to strength divine, Though others aid, the struggle must be thine: Strive, hope, advance, compare, touch, taste, and think, And for thyself from life's full fountain drink!' "At once behold, 'mid rags, and crimes, and tears, The brutal bondman start with wondering ears, To catch some better sound than hard rebuke, Or pitying phrase, from Bishop, Judge and Duke: And bare no more of outward tilings, the breast May glow with warm affections unrepressed; But in the rags of misery feeling fails Stunted and nipt, while want's drear frost prevails. The wretch who trembles o'er the chilling grate Among his children, well may curse their fate, And say--' To us the rich men's wealth belongs; The tyrant's joys are theirs, and ours the wrongs!' Will Christmas doles and alms with scorn bestowed, Make him a friend whom thoughts like those corrode? Ah! no; your gift too stern conditions clog: He is your brother, deem him not your dog. Your bounty kindly meant but feeds the flame That burns within, and barbs disgust with shame. To free a man from evil's bonds accurst, Why need we stupify or starve him first? "I...
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