How Did The Atheist Get His Idea

Nature Is A Wary Wily Long-breathed Old Witch, Tough-lived As A Turtle And Divisible As The Polyp, Repullulative In A Thousand Snips And Cuttings, Integra Et In Toto! She Is Sure To Get The Better Of Lady Mind In The Long Run, And To Take Her Revenge Too Transforms Our To Day Into A Canvass Dead-colored To Receive The Dull Featureless Portait Of Yesterday.

In Your Intercourse With Sects, The Sublime And Abstruse Doctrines Of Christian Belief Belong To The Church; But The Faith Of The Individual, Centred In His Heart, Is, Or May Be, Collateral To Them. Faith Is Subjective.

Water, Water, Everywhere, And All The Boards Did Shrink; Water, Water, Everywhere, Nor Any Drop To Drink.

Nature Has Her Proper Interest; And He Will Know What It Is, Who Believes And Feels, That Every Thing Has A Life Of Its Own, And That We Are All One Life.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole.