William Falconer

The sacred lamp of day
Now dipt in western clouds his parting day.

The sacred lamp of day
Now dipt in western clouds his parting day.

High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.

High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.

Thou living ray of intellectual fire.

Thou living ray of intellectual fire.

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the read more

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock
Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock;
Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries,
The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes
In wild despair; while yet another stroke
With strong convulsion rends the solid oak:
Ah Heaven!--behold her crashing ribs divide!
She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the tide.

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has
endowed us with sense, reason, and read more

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has
endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to
forgo their use.