Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.
Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself. To couple hatred, therefore, though wedlock try all her golden links, and borrow to tier aid all the iron manacles and fetters of law, it does but seek to twist a rope of sand.