And this man was “an infidel!” Ah, no!
The tale’s incredible—it was not so.
The untutored savage through the world may plod,
Reckless of Heaven and ignorant of his God;
But that a mind that’s culled improvement’s flowers
From all her brightest amaranthine bowers,
A mind whose keen and comprehensive glance
Comprised at once a world—should worship chance,
Is strangely inconsistent—seems to me
The very essence of absurdity;