Slaves and Fools e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Thy voice resounds the tuneful note of bells, And melody is the key of soulful phases. Melancholy flits through my disturbed mind, Distorting the very aspect of nature; Whilst my very soul communes with devils! A devilish mood of nature seems as damnable as storms, The subtle lightning's flash sending forth, The voice of Heaven bidding man beware The folly of all knowledge; else the soul, Might grasp eternity, outwit the God of Gods!