When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.