It has raised and strengthened my faith in the goodness of God, and has justified the wisdom which has chosen to educate mankind through impressions produced by the phenomena of the outside world.” […] Prometheus, in Lowell’s poem, says: “One after one the stars have risen and set, Sparkling upon the hoar-frost of my chain; The Bear, that prowled all night about the fold Of the North Star, hath shrunk into his den. […] I no sooner Unclasp the winged sandals from my feet, Than I again must clasp them, and depart Upon some foolish errand.” […] I am your kinsman Polydore, here murdered with many arrows, from which a bush has grown, nourished with my blood.”

Inspir’d by thee, the combat I require, My bosom kindles, and my soul’s on fire. […] I was rock’d in giants’ cradle,     Giants’ lore my wisdom gave; I have known both good and evil,     Now I lie in lowly grave.