There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us It's better only guessing. - Arthur Hugh Clough

No graven images may be
Worshipped, except the currency.

Come back again, old heart! Ah me!
Methinks in those thy coward fears
There might, perchance, a courage be,
That fails in these the manlier years;
Courage to let the courage sink,
Itself a coward base to think,
Rather than not for heavenly light
Wait on to show the truly right.

So in the sinful streets, abstracted and alone,
I with my secret self held communing of mine own.