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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Living Without God In The World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!<br>Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;<br>Made fearful and august with woods & rocks,<br>Jagg'd precipice, black mountain, sea in storms;<br>Sun, over all-that no co-rival owns,<br>But thro' heaven's pavement rides in despite<br>Or mockery of the Littleness of Man!<br>I see a mighty Arm, by Man unseen,<br>Resistless-not to be controuled; that guides,<br>In solitude of unshared energies,<br>All these thy ceaseless miracles, O World!<br>Arm of the world, I view thee, & I muse<br>On Man; who, trusting in his mortal strength,<br>Leans on a shadowy staff-a staff of dreams.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>We consecrate our total hopes and fears<br>To idols, flesh & blood, our love (heaven's due),<br>Our praise & admiration; praise bestowed<br>By man on man, and acts of worship done<br>To a kindred nature, certes do reflect<br>Some portion of the glory, & rays oblique,<br>Upon the politic worshipper-so man<br>Extracts a pride from his humility.<br>Some braver spirits, of the modern stamp,<br>Affect a Godhead nearer: these talk loud<br>Of mind, & independent intellect;<br>Of energies omnipotent in man;<br>And man of his own fate artificer-<br>Yea, of his own life lord, & of the days<br>Of his abode on earth, when time shall be<br>That life immortal shall become an Art;<br>Or Death, by chemic practices deceived,<br>Forego the scent which for six thousand years,<br>Like a good hound, he has followed, or at length,<br>More manners learning, & a decent sense,<br>And rev'rence of a philosophic world,<br>Relent, & leave to prey on carcasses.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=355192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>But these are fancies of a few: the rest,<br>Atheists, or Deists only in the name,<br>By word or deed deny a God. They eat<br>Their daily bread, & draw the breath of heaven,<br>Without a thought or thanks; heav'n's roof to them<br>Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps,<br>No more, that light them to their purposes.<br>They 'wander loose about.' They nothing see,<br>Themselves except, and creatures like themselves,<br>That liv'd short-sighted, impotent to save.<br>So on their dissolute spirits, soon or late,<br>Destruction cometh 'like an armed man,'<br>Or like a dream of murder in the night,<br>Withering their mortal faculties, & breaking<br>The bones of all their pride.-</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a></strong></div>