I Am As Comfortless As A Pilgrim

Land Of Lost Gods And Godlike Men.

Be Thou The Rainbow In The Storms Of Life. The Evening Beam That Smiles The Clouds Away, And Tints Tomorrow With Prophetic Ray.

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

Shelley Is Truth Itself And Honour Itself Notwithstanding His Out-of-the-way Notions About Religion.