Of God’s whole constitution as we see it,
Than the belief that death’s our end of all.
To live in conscious harmony with nature
May satisfy our being; but religion
Looks like the poetry which childhood makes
To cloke its empty terrors, or bedizen
Its painted idols: such is my persuasion.
Pr. And mine.
Sen.Ah, Priscus, thou art young. I once
Looked forward into life with a proud heart,