Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.