The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds.

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.

The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.