Religion, If In Heavenly Truths Attired, Needs

When From Soft Love Proceeds The Deep Distress, Ah! Why Forbid The Willing Tears To Flow?

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

There Is No Flesh In Man's Obdurate Heart; He Does Not Feel For Man.

Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly Exactly As God Pleases.

Some Drill And Bore The Solid Earth, And From The Strata There Extract A Register, By Which We Learn, That He Who Made It, And Reveal'd Its Date To Moses, Was Mistaken In Its Age.