Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

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.

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

Low on his funeral couch he lies!

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

Thought would destroy their paradise.

Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.