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It Is Impossible To Exaggerate The Evil Work Theology Has Done In The World.

Over The River And Through The Wood, To Grandfather's House We Go; The Horse Knows The Way To Carry The Sleigh, Through The White And Drifted Snow.

Genius Hath Electric Power; Which Earth Can Never Tame; Bright Suns May Scorch And Dark Clouds Lower; Its Flash Is Still The Same.

If We Really Believed That Those Who Are Gone From Us Were As Truly Alive As Ourselves, We Could Not Invest The Subject With Such Awful Depth Of Gloom As We Do. If We Could Imbue Our Children With Distinct Faith In Immortality, We Should Never Speak Of People As Dead, But Passed Into Another World. We Should Speak Of The Body As A Cast-off Garment, Which The Wearer Had Outgrown; Consecrated Indeed By The Beloved Being That Used It For A Season, But Of No Value Within Itself.

Reverence Is The Highest Quality Of Man's Nature; And That Individual, Or Nation, Which Has It Slightly Developed, Is So Far Unfortunate. It Is A Strong Spiritual Instinct, And Seeks To Form Channels For Itself Where None Exists; Thus Americans, In The Dearth Of Other Objects To Worship, Fall To Worshiping Themselves.