And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm intrigued by the dark. Out of darkness comes creation.
Nature has left this tincture in the blood, That all men would be tyrants if they could.
When evil men destroy, good men must build and bind.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
Millions of men have lived to fight, build palaces and boundaries, shape destinies and societies; but the compelling force of all times has been the force of originality and creation profoundly affecting the roots of human spirit.
And there begins a lang digression about the lords o' the creation.