Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of good in his main-spring of mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
