Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

But Mighty Nature Bounds As From Her Birth; The Sun Is In The Heavens, And Life On Earth: Flowers In The Valley, Splendor In The Beam, Health On The Gale, And Freshness In The Stream.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.