...below, The canticles of love and woe. The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; Still floats upon the morning wind, . Still whispers...mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world has never lost. 103 mf~\ GOD, whose love is near, . \J Although it seem to stay, Be with us through...

...are any lost arts of great value. I believe that Emerson was truer in his thought, when he said, " One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost." I do not believe that the advancing march of man has ever dropped in the roadway, trampled down, and...

...are any lost arts of great value. I believe that Emerson was truer in his thought, when he said, " One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost." I do not believe that the advancing march of man has ever dropped in the roadway, trampled down, and...

...Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told In groves of oak or fanes of gold Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers...mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world has never lost." brought to light in the gospel," in the sense that this doctrine was first taught...

...are any lost arts of great value. I believe that Emerson was truer in his thought, when he said, " One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost." I do not believe that the advancing march of man has ever dropped in the roadway, trampled down, and...

...were born ; that " Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; " and that " One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost." [From a Discourse by RKV. CA BARTOL, DD] One writes lately to liis friend : You must come home soon,...

...writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers...line, The younger Golden Lips or mines, Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines. His words are music in my ear, I see his cowled portrait dear ; And yet, for...

...writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers...line, The younger Golden Lips or mines, Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines. His words are music in my ear, I see his cowled portrait dear; And yet, for...

...writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers...line, The younger Golden Lips or mines, Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines. His words are music in my ear, I see his cowled portrait dear ; And yet, for...

...writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers...line, The younger Golden Lips or mines, Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines. His words are music in my ear, I see his cowled portrait dear ; And yet, for...