Then Black Despair, The Shadow Of A

Ah, Woe Is Me! Winter Is Come And Gone. But Grief Returns With The Revolving Year.

If He Is Infinitely Good, What Reason Should We Have To Fear Him? If He Is Infinitely Wise, What Doubts Should We Have Concerning Our Future? If He Knows All, Why Warn Him Of Our Needs And Fatigue Him With Our Prayers? If He Is Everywhere, Why Erect Temples To Him? If He Is Just, Why Fear That He Will Punish The Creatures That He Has Filled With Weaknesses?

Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than Calm In Waters Seen.

I Love Tranquil Solitude And Such Society As Is Quiet, Wise, And Good.

Power, Like A Desolating Pestilence, Pollutes Whate'er It Touches; And Obedience, Bane Of All Genius, Virtue, Freedom, Truth, Makes Slaves Of Men, And Of The Human Frame A Mechanized Automaton.