...THE EQUITY OF DIVINE PROVIDENCE. ELL might the elegant and judicious Cowper fay, My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with whifh earth is fill'd: For our world is the fcene of- univerfal oppreffion and in-, juftice. Let not...

...Of unfuccefsful and fuccefsful war, ^ Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My foul is fick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flefh in man's obdurate henrt, It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood...

...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd,i My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flefli in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of...

...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, 5 My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of Brotherhood...

...is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which eajth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered as the flax, That falls afundcr at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a fkin...

...is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond. Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...

...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered...

...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered...

...deceit, Of unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered...

...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong...natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilt}' of a skin Not coloured like his...