And it ain't no use in a-turning on yer light babe: the light I never knowed.

That neighborhood is full of shanty Irishmen.

Thus wording timidly among the fierce: / O Father, I am here the simplest voice, […]

Man, because he could not but acknowledge the majesty of Nature, fell into childish exultation at his acquired and still-increasing dominion over her elements. Even while he stalked a God in his own fancy, an infantine imbecility came over him.