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A Vision of Truth

The Unfolding of the Mystery of life is as the opening of a Passion Flower to the genial warmth of the summer sun; its disclosure of inner beauty and fragrance. Beneath the influence of Nature, by the invigorating and ever-changing sea with its unceasing music, in the dim and mystic…
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Vision and Voice

There is a voice, "a still, small voice" of love,Heard from above;But not amidst the din of earthly sounds(Which here confounds).By those withdrawn apart it best is heard;And peace, sweet peace, breathes in each gentle word. The love of the beautiful, of Truth, and of Nature must ever be felt…
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A Vision

I fell into a brown study, and I thought I stood midst a great throng, and yet I was alone, for though many were round about me, they did not appear to notice me. I still however, felt that they were in sympathy with me, having the same aims, aspirations,…
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No Vision, No Life

Where there is no vision the people perish.—Proverbs 29:18 In youth beside the summer sea Voices and visions came to me.—Thomas Bailey Aldrich The most pessimistic poem which has ever been printed in the English language ("The City of Dreadful Night," by James Thomson) chants the weird wail of a…
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A Vision of Life (Poem)

I laid me down on my luxurious couch, And courted sleep on pillows soft with down, Yet the Enchanter heeded not my prayer, But turned from my advances with a frown. On shadowy wings he rose and took his flight, And fled mysterious thro' th realms of night. He sped…
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A Vision

I saw a spacious hall, and men seated therein as if in conclave. As I looked upon the gathering, one, who seemed to be presiding, arose and addressed them: "Brethren, we are met together as representatives of all the Churches owning allegiance to Christ, our aim being to formulate a…
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The Vision (Poem)

Men wandered long in desolate lands:They strode along in anger fiercely shownIn deeds of bloody vengeance by their hands,Which brought to eyes the tear, to lips the moanOf undiluted anguish, harsh and great;To child the loss of Father, Wife, the stateOf widowhood. And all for naught the feudRaged high; and…
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