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NO GOD.
“The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God.”
—Psalm xiv.
“No God! no God!” The simplest flower
That on the wild is found,
Shrinks, as it drinks its cup of dew,
And trembles at the sound.
“No God!” astonish'd Echo cries
From out her cavern hoar;
And every wandering bird that flies
Reproves the atheist lore.
That on the wild is found,
Shrinks, as it drinks its cup of dew,
And trembles at the sound.
“No God!” astonish'd Echo cries
From out her cavern hoar;
And every wandering bird that flies
Reproves the atheist lore.
The solemn forest lifts its head
The Almighty to proclaim;
The brooklet, on its crystal urn,
Doth leap to grave his name;
High swells the deep and vengeful sea
Along its billowy track,
And red Vesuvius opes his mouth
To hurl the falsehood back.
The Almighty to proclaim;
The brooklet, on its crystal urn,
Doth leap to grave his name;
High swells the deep and vengeful sea
Along its billowy track,
And red Vesuvius opes his mouth
To hurl the falsehood back.
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The palm-tree, with its princely crest,
The cocoa's leafy shade,
The bread-fruit, bending to its lord,
In yon far island glade;
The winged seeds that, borne by winds.
The roving sparrows feed,
The melon on the desert sands,
Confute the scorner's creed.
The cocoa's leafy shade,
The bread-fruit, bending to its lord,
In yon far island glade;
The winged seeds that, borne by winds.
The roving sparrows feed,
The melon on the desert sands,
Confute the scorner's creed.
“No God!” With indignation high
The fervent sun is stirr'd,
And the pale moon turns paler still
At such an impious word!
And, from their burning thrones, the stars
Look down with angry eye,
That thus a worm of dust should meek
Eternal Majesty.
The fervent sun is stirr'd,
And the pale moon turns paler still
At such an impious word!
And, from their burning thrones, the stars
Look down with angry eye,
That thus a worm of dust should meek
Eternal Majesty.
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