'The heart bleeds,--faith almost gives way, to see man's
seventy years of chrysalis. Is it not too long? Enthusiasm
must struggle fiercely to burn clear amid these fogs. In what
little, low, dark cells of care and prejudice, without
one soaring thought or melodious fancy, do poor
mortals--well-intentioned enough, and with religious
aspiration too--forever creep. And yet the sun sets to-day as
gloriously bright as ever it did on the temples of Athens, and
the evening star rises as heavenly pure as it rose on the
eye of Dante. O, Father! help me to free my fellows from the
conventional bonds whereby their sight is holden. By purity
and freedom let me teach them justice.'