A majestic invisible Protectorate governs the winds, the tides, the incoming and outgoing of the seasons, the birth of the flowers, the growth of forests, the outpourings of the sunlight, the silent glittering of the stars.

A wide illimitable Beneficence embraces all creation.

A vast Eternal Pity exists for all sorrow, all sin.

He who first swung the planets in the air, and bade them revolve till Time shall be no more--He, the Fountain-Head of Absolute Perfection, is no deaf, blind, capricious, or remorseless Being.

To Him the death of the smallest singing-bird is as great or as little as the death of a world's emperor.