There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.