- "Pass where
we may, through city or through town,
Village or hamlet of this merry land
Though lean and beggar'd, every twentieth pace
Conducts the unguarded nose to such a whiff
Of stale debauch forth issuing from the styes
That law has licensed, as makes temperance reel.
There sit involved and lost in curling clouds
Of Indian fume, and guzzling deep, the boor,
The lacquey, and the groom. The craftsman there
Takes a Lethæan leave of all his toil;
Smith, cobler, joiner, he that plies the sheers,
And he that kneads the dough; all loud alike,
All learned, and all drunk..." (The
Task)
- God moves in a
mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.(Olney
Hymns [1779]--'Light Shining out of Darkness')
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