Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,

And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,

Possessing all things with intensest love,

O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

France. An Ode. v.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place

(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,

Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,

Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close,

And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven