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Unlocking Wisdom: Forming Agents of God in the House of Mourning

For all that they have seen disastrous things: The shattered pomp, the split and shaken throne, fhey cannot quite forget the way of Kings: Gravely they pass, majestic and alone. With thunder on their brows, their faces set Toward the eternal night of restless shapes, They walk in awful splendor, regal yet, Wearing their crimes like rich and kingly capes.

Curse them or taunt, they will not hear or see; The Kings are passing deathward: let them be. Who may these be no trumpet doth arouse, These of the dark processionals of woe, Unpraised, unblamed, but whom sad Acheron's flow Monotonously lulls to leaden drowse? These are the Failures. Clutched by Circumstance, They were say not, too weak! Let the years Bring clouds or azure, joy or tears, Already a full cup I've quaffed; Already wept and loved and laughed, And seen, in ever endless ways, New beauties overwhelm the days. Life owes me naught. No pain that waits Can steal the wealth from memory's gates; No aftermath of anguish slow Can quench the soul-fire's early glow, I breathe, exulting, each new breath, Embracing Life, ignoring Death.

One clear morn Is boon enough for being born; ' And be it ninety years or ten, No need for me to question when. While Life is mine, I'll find it good, And greet each hour with gratitude. Having felt Thy wind in my face Spit sorrow and disgrace, Having seen Thine evil doom In Golgotha and Khartoum, And the brutes, the work of Thine hands, Fill with injustice lands And stain with blood the sea: If still in my veins the glee Of the black night and the sun And the lost battle, run: If, an adept, The iniquitous lists I still accept With joy, and joy to endure and be withstood, And still to battle and perish for a dream of good: God, if that were enough?

Robert Louts Stevenson A Morning Prayer Let me today do something that will take A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be so favored as to make Of joy's too scanty sum a little more. Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend.

Nor would I pass unseeing worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend. However meager be my worldly wealth, Let me give something that shall aid my kind A word of courage, or a thought of health Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find. William Cullen Bryant Count That Day Lost If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard; One glance most kind, That fell like sunshine where it went Then you may count that day well spent.

George Eliot The Question Whither When we have thrown off this old suit So much in need of mending, To sink among the naked mute, Is that, think you, our ending? We follow many, more we lead, And you who sadly turf us, Believe not that all living seed Must flower above the surface. Sensation is a gracious gift But were it cramped to station, The prayer to have it cast adrift Would spout from all sensation.

Enough if we have winked to sun, Have sped the plough a season, There is a soul for labor done, Endureth fixed as reason. Then let our trust be firm in Good, Though we be of the fasting; Our questions arc a mortal brood, Our work is everlasting. To whom shall the world henceforth belong, And who shall go up and possess it? To the Valiant who fought For a soul-lifting thought, Saw the fight to be won and have won it.

To the Men who will bear Their full share of Life's care, And will rest not till wrongs be all righted. To the Stalwarts who toil 'Mid the seas of turmoil, Till the haven of safety be sighted. John Oxenham Man What a piece of work is a man I how noble in reason! Bring me men to match my prairies, Men to match my inland seas, Men whose thought shall prove a highway Up to ampler destinies, Pioneers to clear thought's marshlands And to cleanse old error's pen; Bring me men to match my mountains Bring me men!

Across the bitter centuries I hear the wail of men: " Oh, would that Jesus Lord, the Christ, would come to us again. We know we do not do His will who lessoned us to pray, " Our Father grant within our lives Thy Kingdom rule today. Above our brothers' frailties we cry " Unclean!

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We know within our factories that wan-cheeked women reel Among the deft and droning belts that spin from wheel to wheel. We know that unsexed childhood droops in dull-eyed drudgery The little children that He blessed in far-off Galilee Yet surely, Lord, our hearts would grow more merciful to them, If Thou couldst come again to us as once in Bethlehem.

Henry van Dyke Consummation Not poppies plant not poppies on my grave! I want no anodyne to make me sleep ; I want that All-Bestowing Power, who gave Immortal love to life, and which we crave The promise of a larger life, to keep. What that may be I know not no one knows; But since love's graces I have striven to gain, Plant o'er my soon-forgotten dust, a rose That flower which in love's garden ever blows That thus a fragrant memory may remain. For my fond hope has been, that I might leave A Flowering even in the wayside grass A Touch of Bloom, life's grayness to relieve A Beauty, they who follow may perceive, That hints the scent of roses as they pass.

Are we content to be inheritors? Can you not hear the pleading of the sod That canopies our heroes? Hasten, then! Help the sad earth unlearn the vogue of war. Be just and earn the eternal praise of men; Be generous and win the smile of God. Robert Underwood Johnson Sunrise Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last: Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cap's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay, For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered in bounds, grew gold, then overflowed the world.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave, Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Can stoned urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Under the summer roses, When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful unanswerable questions. Carl Sandburg The Creedless Love A creedless love, that knows no clan, No caste, no cult, no church but Man; That deems today and now and here, Are voice and vision of the seer; That through this lifted human clod The inflow of the breath of God Still sheds its apostolic powers Such love, such trust, such faith be ours. Too long our music-hungering needs Have heard the iron clash of creeds.

The creedless love that knows no clan, No caste, no cult, no church but Man, Shall drown with mellow music all, The dying jangle of their brawl; Such love with all its quickening powers, Such love to God and Man be ours. Let time go by. Love is forever over all. As deed by deed, and tear by tear, He climbed up to the height, Each deed a splendid deed, each tear A jewel shining bright, So grant us, Lord, the patient heart, To climb the upward way, Until we stand upon the height, And see the perfect day.

Studdert-Kennedy A Leaf of Grass I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the. He is not here today. With sentences that twist and tease, Confusing mind and heart, You forge your wordy homilies And bid us heed your art. But where is He or can you tell? Who stilled the brothers' strife, Who urged the woman at the well To live a better life?

We weary of your musty lore Behind dead walls of gray; We want His loving words once more By some Emmaus way. Give us a Christ our hearts can know The Man of Nazareth. Man's mind, what is it but a convex-glass Wherein are gathered all the scattered points Picked out of the immensity of sky, To reunite there, be our heaven for earth, Our known Unknown, our God revealed to man? This, too, I pray, That from this day No love of ease Nor pride prevent My good intent Not to be pleased, but to please.

Maltbie D. Babcock Where is Heaven? Where is Heaven? Is it not Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass one by one Not too fast and not too slow, Looking backward as they go At the beauties left behind To transport the pensive mind. Does not Heaven begin that day When the eager heart can say, Surely God is in this place, I have seen Him face to face In the loveliness of flowers, In the service of the showers, And His voice has talked to me In the sunlit apple tree. Laura F. Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity.

Then, Time, let not a drop be spilt: Hand me the cup whene'er thou wilt; 'Tis thy rich stirrup-cup to me; I'll drink it down right smilingly. And through their meeting eyes their souls drew near, Linked by their sons, men who had held life dear But laid it down for something dearer still. One had wrought out with patient iron will The riddle of a pestilence, and won, Fighting on stricken, till his work was done For children of tomorrow. Far away In shell-torn soil of France the other lay, And in the letter that his mother read Over and over, kneeling as to pray " I'm thanking God with all my heart today, Whatever comes " that was the day he died " I've done my bit to clear the road ahead.

I do not ask for peace From life's eternal sorrow; But give me courage, Lord, To fight tomorrow! Would they cheer Him and strew the way With garlands of myrtle and bay As they did on that distant day When He came to Jerusalem? What would America say If Jesus came back today? We fashion great churches and creeds But the heart of the people still bleeds And the poor still rot in their needs. We display with pride His cross In the midst of our pagan life While we hug to our hearts the dross Of our selfishness and strife.

What sacrifice have we made To live the love He prayed? What willing blood have we shed To do the deeds He said? To be popular and well-fed We forsake the way He led And follow a ghost instead! Vincent Godfrey Burns Life's Evening Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave, May I a small house and large garden have, And a few friends, and many books, both true, Both wise, and both delightful too! Arthur Thomson. The God of things that are Is the God of the highest heaven; The God of the morning star, Of the thrush that sings at even; The God of the storm and sunshine, Of the wolf, the snail, and the bee, Of the Alp's majestic silence, Of the boundless depths of the sea; The God of the times and the nations, Of the planets as they roll, Of the numberless constellations, Of the limitless human soul.

For there is nothing small, And naught can mighty be; Archangels and atoms all Embodiments of Thee! A single thought divine Holds stars and suns in space; A dream of man is Thine, And history finds its place. When the universe was young Thine was the perfect thought That life should be bound in one By the strand of love enwrought In the life of the fern and the lily, Of the dragon and the dove, Still through the stress and struggle Waxes the bond of love.

Down there where neither sun nor air came through, I felt it blow dcross my dungeon walls The wind before the footsteps of the Lord! It bloweth now across the world; It strangely stirs the hearts of men; wars cease; Rare deeds familiar grow; fastings and prayers, Forgiveness, poverty; temples are built On visioned impulses, and children march On journeys with no end.

William A. And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest In the nice ear of Nature, which song is the best?

What use are breath and strength if we no longer feel The thrill of battle for some holy cause Or hear high morning bugles calling us away? Let brave hearts dare to break the truce with things Ere we have lost our ancient heritage. Are we to gain a world to lose our souls, Souls which can keep faith until death And die, triumphant, in some crimson dawn?

Nay, we must keep faith with the unnumbered brave Who pushed aside horizons, that we might reach The better things: We cannot rest until We have put courage once more on her throne; For Honor clamors for her heritage, And Right still claims a kingdom of its own. Walter A. Cutter God Is Here God is here! I hear His voice While thrushes make the woods rejoice. I touch His robe each time I place My hand against a pansy's face.

I breathe His breath if I but pass Verbenas trailing through the grass. God is here! From every tree His leafy fingers beckon me. Madeleine Aaron 42 QUOTABLE POEMS I Tramp a Perpetual Journey I tramp a perpetual journey, My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library or exchange, But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll, My left hand hooking you round the waist, My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road.

Not I nor anyone else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. Who stoops to scrub a floor May worship more Than he who kneels before a holy shrine; Who crushes stubborn ore More worthily adore Than he who crushes sacramental wine. William Shakespeare From " As You Like It " From Among the Ferns I lay among the ferns, Where they lifted their fronds, innumerable, in the green- wood wilderness, like wings winnowing the air; And their voices went by me continually.

As the wind at midday rains whitening over the grass, As the night-bird glimmers a moment, fleeting between the lonely watcher and the moon, So softly inaudibly they rained, While I sat silent. And in the silence of the greenwood I knew the secret of the growth of the ferns; I saw their delicate leaflets tremble breathing an unde- scribed and unuttered life; And, below, the ocean lay sleeping; And round them the mountains and the stars dawned in glad companionship forever.

Edward Carpenter The Newer Vainglory Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks, Not with himself aloud, With proclamation, calling on the ranks Of an attentive crowd. Thank God I am not as these rigid fools, Even as this Pharisee. Edwin Markham The Seeker After God There was a dreamer once, whose spirit trod Unnumbered ways in thwarted search for God: He stirred the dust on ancient books; he sought For certain light in what the teachers taught; He took his staff and went unto the Wise, And deeper darkness fell about his eyes; He lived a hermit, and forebore his food, And God left visitless his solitude; He wrapped himself in prayer night after night, And mocking demons danced across his sight.

Resigned at last to Him he could not find, He turned again to live among mankind And when from man he no more stood apart, God, on that instant, visited his heart! Frederic Lawrence Knowles Choice Ask and it shall be given. Ask ask. And if you ask a stone Expect not bread; And if the stone glitter like a caught star, And shine on a warm, soft breast, And you have tossed your soul away To see it in that nest, Yet is it still a stone not bread. Seek and you shall find.

Seek seek. Knock and the door shall open. Knock knock. Two doors are there, beware! Think well before you knock; Your tapping finger will unlock Your heaven or hell. Soon shall Oblivion's deepening veil Hide all the peopled hills you see, The gay, the proud, while lovers hail These many summers you and me. Beneath the open sky, The sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity. The winds blow from a thousand ways and waft their balms abroad, The winds blow toward a million goals but all winds blow from God.

The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there. Where shall we get religion? Beneath the blooming tree, Beside the hill-encircled brooks that loiter to the sea; Beside all twilight waters, beneath the noonday shades.

Beneath the dark cathedral pines, and through the tangled glades; Wherever the old urge of life provokes the dumb, dead sod To tell its thought in violets, the soul takes hold on God. Go smell the growing clover, and scent the blooming pear, Go forth to seek religion and find it anywhere. Sam Walter Foss Thanksgiving For all things beautiful, and good, and true; For things that seemed not good yet turned to good; For all the sweet compulsions of Thy will That chastened, tried, and wrought us to Thy shape; For things unnumbered that we take of right, And value first when they are withheld; For light and air; sweet sense of sound and smell; For ears to hear the heavenly harmonies; For eyes to see the unseen in the seen; For vision of the Worker in the work; For hearts to apprehend Thee everywhere; We thank Thee, Lord.

For want of me the world's course will not fail; When all its work is done, the lie shall rot; The truth is great, and shall prevail, When none cares whether it prevail or not. Coventry Patmore Beauty How can you smile when pain is everywhere; How flaunt complacently your vulgar wealth? My health And calm delight the eye and banish care It would be sad indeed if none were free To sanction Beauty and embody Joy. Enough of you, who would with gloom destroy My grace. I do my share of Charity!

Who tipped the scales To Sophistry and weighed a fancy gown Against a street rat's need of bread? The nails Of Calvary, the cross, the thorned crown, The face of sorrow that He wore, reply: " Forgive them, God, they know not when they lie! John B. My plans he balked; my aims he foiled; He blocked my every onward way. When for some lofty goal I toiled, He grimly said me nay. Thy wretched features I would see. Until one night I held him fast, The veil from off his form did draw; I gazed upon his face at last And, lo!

Edwin L. Lord Christ, we take the torch from Thee; We must be true, we must be free, And clean of heart and strong of soul, To bear the Glory to its goal. O Lord, I have saved, Saved, put by in a goodly hoard. What of the prodigals? Judge them, Lord Their wanton waste of Thy mercies poured Into the sewers! Judge them, Lord, in Thy righteous wrath. I have saved, O Lord, I have scraped and saved, With my eyes downbent to my daily path; I have counted and carried, checked and stored, Nothing too worthless, nothing too small, Never a fragment thrown away A gainful use I have found for all.

But what is my store? Do they call this Death, This poignant insight? At last I see. I have wasted nothing, Lord, but life, Time, and the talent Thou gavest me. And so I do not dare to pray For winds to waft me on my way, But leave it to a Higher Will To stay or speed me; trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail Whatever breezes may prevail To land me, every peril past, Within His sheltering Heaven at last.

Then whatsoever wind doth blow, My heart is glad to have it so; And blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best, Caroline Atherton Mason The Tide of Faith So faith is strong Only when we are strong, shrinks when we shrink. It comes when music stirs us, and the chords, Moving on some grand climax, shake our souls With influx new that makes new energies. It comes in swellings of the heart and tears That rise at noble and at gentle deeds. It comes in moments of heroic love, Un jealous joy in joy not made for us; In conscious triumph of the good within, Making us worship goodness that rebukes.

Presentiment of better things on earth Sweeps in with every force that stirs our souls To admiration, self-renouncing love. George Eliot Vitse Summa Brevis They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. Ernest Dowson From Ulysses There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Alfred Tennyson Invincible The years race by on padded feet Unhaltingly, and panther-fleet Imprinting marks of drab decay. My hair grows ashen; cravings numb; Lips pale; and telltale age-lines come Life's hoary touch I may not stay. Winnie Lynch Rockett Rules for the Road Stand straight: Step firmly, throw your weight: The heaven is high above your head, The good gray road is faithful to your tread.

And when the night comes, rest: The earth is friendly as a mother's breast. Whine of the groaning car, Caste, which divides like a wall; Curse of the raw-sored soul; Doom of the great and small; The White Christs fashioned by Pale White Men Sanction and bless it all. God send us a little ground Tall trees standing round, Homely flowers in brown sod, Overhead Thy stars, God! God bless when winds blow Our home and all we know. From childhood to youth's but a span, And the years of our life are soon sped; But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man, When the first of his dreams is dead.

He may live on by compact and plan, When the fine bloom of living is shed; But God pity the little that's left of a man When the last of his dreams is dead. Let him show a brave face if he can, Let him woo fame or fortune instead; Yet there's not much to do but to bury a man, When the last of his dreams is dead. Though clouds environ round, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put off the shadow from thy brow: No night but hath its morn.

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Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The inhabitants of earth. Have Love, Not love alone for one, But man, as man, thy brother call; And scatter, like a circling sun, Thy charities on all. Nay, there is something a trifle left; Who shall receive this dower?

See, Earth Mother, a handful of dust Turn it into a flower. Ethdyn Wetherald Truth, Crushed to Earth Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be. Sara Teasdale Three Steps Three steps there are our human life must climb. The first is Force. The savage struggled to it from the slime And still it is our last, ashamed recourse. Above that jagged stretch of red-veined stone Is marble Law, Carven with long endeavor, monotone Of patient hammers, not yet free from flaw. Henry 'van Dyke On Entering a Chapel Love built this shrine; these hallowed walls uprose To give seclusion from the hurrying throng, From tumult of the street, complaint and wrong, From rivalry and strife, from taunt of foes If foes thou hast.

On silent feet come in, Bow low in penitence. Whoe'er thou art Thou, too, hast sinned. Uplift in prayer thy heart. Thy Father's Blessing waiteth. Read within This holy place, in pictured light portrayed, The characters of worthies who, from years Long past, still speak the message here displayed In universal language not to fade.

Leave then thy burden, all thy cares and fears; Faith, hope, and love are thine, for thou hast prayed. Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.

He labors good on good to fix, and owes To virtue every triumph that he knows: Who, if he rise to station of command, Rises by open means; and there will stand On honorable terms, or else retire, And in himself possess his own desire; Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honors, or for worldly state. Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw; Or if an unexpected call succeed, Come when it will, is equal to the need.

Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won: Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray; Who, not content that former worth stand fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast: Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth Forever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable name Finds comfort in himself and in his cause; And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause: This is the happy Warrior; this is he That every Man in arms should wish to be.

William Wordsworth These Times Our motors pierce the clouds. They penetrate The depth of oceans. Microscopes reveal New worlds to conquer, while we dedicate Our intellects to strength of stone and steel. We are as proud as those who built a tower To reach to heaven. Recklessly we rear Our lofty Babels, arrogant with power. How dare we boast of cities while we hear The nations groping through the dark along The road of life? Then let our prayers and labors never cease; We act the prologue of a masterpiece.

Freed In all his works from prickings of desire, Burned clean in act by the white fire of truth, The wise call that one wise. Our bodies broken for the truth By mobs or Pharisees of State Must be the bread which Liberty Feeds on, and lives, and waxes great. Our blood, our covenant of love, Is the rich wine which we must give To a sick world that hates the gift So, by our dying, God may live. Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.

And where the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, Linked arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace; Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights when wild northwesters rave, How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.

Where lies the land to which the ship would go? And the lost opportunity That cometh back no more to thee, In vain thou weepest, in vain dost yearn, Those three will nevermore return. From the Arabic The Best Road of All I like a road that leads away to prospects white and fair, A road that is an ordered road, like a nun's evening prayer; But, best of all, I love a road that leads to God knows where. You come upon it suddenly you cannot seek it out; It's like a secret still unheard and never noised about; But when you see it, gone at once is every lurking doubt.

It winds beside some rushing stream where aspens lightly quiver; It follows many a broken field by many a shining river; It seems to lead you on and on, forever and forever! You tramp along its dusty way, beneath its shadowy trees, And hear beside you chattering birds or happy booming bees, And all around you golden sounds, the green leaves' litanies. And here's a hedge, and there's a cot; and then strange, sudden turns A dip, a rise, a little glimpse where the red sunset burns; A bit of sky at evening time, the scent of hidden ferns.

Here He smiled His glowing smile, and lo, the golden- rod! I like a road that wanders straight; the King's highway is fair, And lovely are the sheltered lanes that take you here and there; But, best of all, I love a road that leads to God knows where. Charles Hanson Towne We Shall Attain We shall attain yea, though this dust shall fail, And though all evil things conspire to bind The struggling soul with gyves of sense, and blind Our faith with clay, and though all foes assail To utterly destroy us: yet from wail, From misery and from doubt, from all mankind False hopes, and from the dwarfed and prisoned mind, We shall attain to life beyond the vail.

Yea, though 'tis written that all flesh is grass, Which springeth up at morn and flourisheth, And which at even, when th' inverted glass Is emptied of its sands, fades as the breath. The dew-lipped rose sighs on the winds that pass Yet in our frailty we shall conquer death. James B. Not serried ranks with flags unfurled, Not armored ships that gird the world, Not hoarded wealth nor busy mills, Not cattle on a thousand hills, Not sages wise, nor schools nor laws, Not boasted deeds in freedom's cause All these may be, and yet the state In the eye of God be far from great.

That land is great which knows the Lord, Whose songs are guided by His word; Where justice rules 'twixt man and man, Where love controls in art and plan; Where, breathing in his native air, Each soul finds joy in praise and prayer Thus may our country, good and great, Be God's delight man's best estate.

Alexander Blackburn Youth I shall remember then, At twilight time or in the hush of dawn, Or yet, mayhap, when on a straying wind The scent of lilac comes, or when Some strain of music startles and is gone. I shall remember then When youth is done, With the dim years grown gray; And I shall wonder what it is that ends. And why they seem so very far away Old dreams, old roses. Thomas S. Jones, Jr. God Hears Prayer If radio's slim fingers can pluck a melody From night and toss it over a continent or sea; If the petalled white notes of a violin Are blown across the mountains or the city's din; If songs, like crimson roses, are culled from thin blue air Why should mortals wonder if God hears prayer?

Had I been dust for many a year, I still would know when Spring was near, For the good earth that pillowed me Would whisper immortality, And I, in part, would rise and sing Amid the grasses murmuring. When looking on the mother sod, Can I hold doubt that this be God?

Or when a primrose smiles at me, Can I distrust Eternity? I wish we could come on it all unaware, Like the hunter who finds a lost trail; And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done The greatest injustice of all Could be there at the gates like an old friend that waits For the comrade he's gladdest to hail. We would find all the things we intended to do But forgot, and remembered too late, Little praises unspoken, little promises broken, And all of the thousand and one Little duties neglected that might have perfected The day for one less fortunate.

For what had been hardest we'd know had been best, And what had seemed loss would be gain; For there isn't a sting that will not take wing When we've faced it and laughed it away And I think that the laughter is most what we're after In the Land of Beginning Again. So I wish that there were some wonderful place Called the Land of Beginning Again, Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches, And all of our poor selfish grief Could be dropped like a shabby old coat at the door And never put on again.

Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever Lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own! And yet he smiles so wistfully Once he has crept within, I wonder if he hopes to see The man I might have been. Use Well the Moment Use well the moment; what the hour Brings for thy use is in thy power; And what thou best canst understand Is just the thing lies nearest to thy hand.

But all men perish? Aye, and even so Beneath the grasses lay this body low; Forever close these eyes and still this breath; All this, yet I shall not have tasted death. Where are the lips that prattled infant lays? The eyes that shone with light of childhood's days? The heart that bubbled o'er with boyhood's glee? The limbs that bounded as the chamois free? The ears that heard life's music everywhere? These, all, where are they now? Yet still I live.

My love, my hate, my fear, my will, My all that makes life living firm abides. Death is my youth, and so my age must die; But I remain Imperishable I. Speed day and year! Fleet by the stream of time! Wing, birds of passage, to a sunnier clime. Come change, come dissolution and decay, To kill the very semblance of this clay! Yet, know the conscious, the unchanging I Through all eternity shall never die. Willis Fletcher Johnson Beyond Electrons They who once probed and doubted now believe The Men of Science, for they humbly learn There is a Will that guides the atom's course; A Power that directs what they discern In light and air, in star and wave and sod; Beyond electrons they discover God!

From research they derive a new faith that Sustains foundations of our ancient creeds; They grope through matter toward an utmost Light And find a living God behind His deeds. Adelaide P. The little rift within the lover's lute, Or little pitted speck in garnered fruit, That rotting inward slowly moulders all.

It is not worth the keeping: let it go: But shall it? And trust me not at all or all in all. No warder at the gate Can let the friendly in; But, like the sun, o'er all He will the castle win, And shine along the wall. Implacable is Love Foes may be bought or teased From their hostile intent, But he goes unappeased Who is on kindness bent. The poem I should like to write is written in the stars, Where Venus holds her glowing torch behind her gleaming bars; Where old Arcturus swings his lamp across the fields of space, And all his brilliant retinue is wheeling into place; Where unknown suns must rise and set, as ages onward fare The poem I should like to write is surely written there.

I scanned downed the list of comments but stopped at yours for some reason. I feel so sad for you, I know you did have a great and wonderful 18 years with your son. You got to hold him and smell his new baby smell. And when he learned to walk and then fell down. I bet you have so many awesome memories. Im never going to know how any of that feels and it hurts that I was never able to know that kind of joy or see myself in a miniature version of myself.

I was the mom to a miniature Poodle for 18 years and we spent every day together, ate our meals together and slept together. The last year was the hardest not only because he was losing his memory and use of his legs but because I constantly dreaded the worst case scenario. I ended up putting him to sleep because I would rather deal with the regret and pain of what I did rather than risk him being alone and suffering at his time of passing.

But then what if I lost my son after 18 years? How on earth would I ever be able to cope with that and work through it? Monica, your son died because he enjoyed the feeling of using drugs for whatever reason but unless he was blatant, you would have ever been able to figure it out and prevent his death.

I feel so bad for you because of the guilty weight you carry. I can think of the last 17 years of my life as time I wasted but 16 of those 17 years allowed me to spend all of my time with my Bernie Bear. I was there when his legs would fail him and he would call for me from the hallway. I changed his diapers, groomed him and cradled him in my arms until he fell asleep with no fear of having to wake up early for work in the morning.

I use to say that he was my angel sent to help me through the worst time of my life following the loss of my dad, my car accident, my marriage and pregnancy and all that followed after it, just one thing after another. I gave my Baby Boo credit for getting me surviving all that but not long after the last time I held him in my arms it occurred to me that all that stuff happened to me as a way of helping me so that I would be strong enough to survive the loss of my sweet, little baby boy.

I big part of me was lost 2 years ago and I will probably never accept it and be okay with it but I talk about him all the time and I love to hear other people talk about him and memories they have. They should feel ashamed for not being your strongest support group. I hope it helps. This Reply Is Incredible. Alright, here goes. I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances.

My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while.

For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are feet tall and crash over you without mercy. All you can do is hang on and float. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Or 50 feet tall.

And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Take it from an old guy. And other waves will come. And lots of shipwrecks. My son left this world on 15 May. He was only I am still in such a hazy place. I have asked why? Why my son? He was at a place in his life where he had finally reached his very best spot.

His fiance was completing her education, he was raising her 2 young sons as if they were his own and had plans to formally adopt them when they got married. He was helping to support his own sons from a previous relationship. He had moved me into his home because i could no longer live alone because of my health and financial situation. So, yeah, i asked why him? Why not me? He had melanoma. Deadly skin cancer that none of knew he had until it was far too late to stop it.

Why my Son? There were so many people at his Celebration the other night. They all had wonderful things to say. He had touched and helped so many people in his life. My heart goes out to you Monica. My husband died almost 2 years ago. What do we call ourselves now?

Why do men who are widowed seem to marry sooner and create a new family, while it seems the female version is not, and she is like that widow of Zarephath?

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Most of the time no one will introduce you to their single friends or fix you up. It only happens on TV Its uncomfortable for others for you to sit in the Family pews at Church , so now I sit in the back with the rest of the freaks lol Why is shame somehow attached to grief and loss. Having the million dollar insurance policy is a MYTH. Be careful of Dating scams Your pets sometimes reject you. Sometimes your finances are a wreck, even if you were organized and on time before.

Sometimes your Boss has no tolerance for your altered state, and sometimes your mind will not go into gear like before. So you struggle at work too. Sometimes and most of the day, you will be held hostage inside your head. No its not dementia Sometimes we need to just be with ourselves as opposed to being by ourselves, there is a difference.

Animals mourn too. Each person and animal copes in their own way and everyone needs to time to readjust. Get the pet back if you can. Why would you want to get rid of someone who loved the same person as you? This is so so true—relatives not speaking—I cant figure it out—your words help—Im not alone—thank you-. The dying part is hard enough. To think that the collection of atoms that came together to create the you, that is you, is impressive in itself.

Then, assigned such atoms actually obtain the ability to be aware of their own existence? Even though I am circling the proverbial drain I am still in awe. It is not the dying part that bothers me , it is the permanent part of the equation that throws me for the loop.

The worst is the look of anguish in the face of my mother. My father and siblings have accepted the fact I shall not plan for my next birthday. Why can she not do the same? Wendy, she thinks I have no right to do such a thing to her. She is so distraught She is also correct. From your response, I sure hope you did not have to bury a child!!! The 10 mg of morphine helps so much.

I do not like the other pain relievers as they tend to wipe me out. I am sad for you and your family. Mom is devastated and one big reason is that there is nothing she can do to protect you. Your Dad must be covering it well, but I am sure it is killing him inside. There is nothing good parents would not do to keep you with them, make the pain stop, talk with you openly without being afraid to completely melt down. If you can, comfort those around you individually. We are so small in the universe, and what we are made of is even smaller still. But, at the very end, which we still have not found in an atom, or at the end of the universe is some sort of electrical energy, a spark.

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In us, the spark makes it possible for us to grow and become. In us humans, it is the beginning of a being that is self aware. That awareness allows us to learn, about, ourselves, and others, our similarities but also how unique each of is. There is your body, and then there is your spirit. They are intertwined right now.

You r family will miss your spirit. Who you really are. Call a member of a family in and let them cry with you. Especially your Dad. He needs it. You are his son. There is no bigger loss. Biggest fear of death, other than pain and the unknown, not being remembered. Help them remember you when the spark goes out and God steps in. I want to also add that after you move on, she may feel that her arms are empty. My son and his wife buried their newborn baby this past June. We knew she was going to die when she was born as she had no lungs.

She lived for about an hour. Their arms feel empty, They are incomplete until they all will be together again. I believe that you will still be you beyond the veil and that the veil is very thin. Cross with nothing left unsaid. That is your greatest gift to them. Susan, Wendy, thanks. My brother, the computer guy, is setting up the auto-good bye message for me. Take Care and Go Red Sox! My Grandfather thought they would never win!

If there is an afterlife, to see my beloved grandfather again would be so great! Still, is there anyone there who can tell me how to stop my mother from crying? I realize that I am now making this about me. She, and my father, are the ones that have to deal with the aftermath. Yet, I can not stand it anymore! Hello, Richard here. David died last night. He was in so much pain the last few days. For some bizarre reason he loved this site. I do not get it. Yet, he told me to tell Wendy and Susan thanks and goodbye. My baby brother is dead. My mother is a basket case and my father is flying home.

I am trying to be strong for mother and my sisters. Well, you Know. Richard… you cannot be strong for anyone else. I just lost my son on 15 May. My daughter is devasted for the loss of her brother. I would never want anyone to tell her that she must be strong for me. I was told i had to be strong for my Mom because she had just lost her son. I couldnt do it.

I felt guilty and felt i had failed her for so many years because i wasnt strong enough to help her. I had lost my brother and had to grieve my own loss. The people telling me that didnt understand this. Please dont do that to your self..

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We all grieve in our own way. Please dont feel you have to be strong enough to carry anyone elses burden.. Its not fair. Its not right.. I am sorry for your loss Richard. He was elderly and his health was failing. He died in his own home on his own terms. And that only made me feel guilty. That you would never thought that families would break apart.

Other children make you feel like your nothing and splits the whole family by taking sides. Fighting all the time. I lost my mom and 15 year old dog within a month of each other this year. Bless you all. I understand completely. All of these people promised to be there for me and to help me.

She was my best friend and my eveverything. I have three girls and I gave birth to my third girl less then 12 hours after her funeral. I never thought I could make it a day without her and yet here I am. My advice to you is screw your family. They will never understand what your going through. Live in honor of your mom. Choose to forgive them and move on from the hate and anger. I learned that when my dad passed 6 years ago. I had so much anger and hurt. People suck sometimes and no on has been there for me they way I was there for them. Guess what their loss! We have everything we need to deal with the death of our moms.

Just reach down inside you and make a promise to be everything you can be to make her proud and yourself proud. Smile and rejoice and give honor to her. She would love that. I recently lost both of my dogs within one month of each other, my two best friends in the whole world. I have always worked from home, so they were an integral part of every moment of my day. I also moved to an area where I have absolutely no friends or social network and now live completely alone, with no outside contact. What caught me about your message was how you say your family is behaving around you.

Try opening up to them and letting them know how you feel. It might give them a chance to tell you how they feel. My family always tells me that I never appear to be bothered and am so strong. The truth is that I cry my tears alone and try to function normally around them in order not to share my sorrow.

I sometimes think it is best to show people that you are human because they sometimes need to mourn as well. As a kid, my parents tried to shield me from sadness and loss. I think that is a disservice because you are taught to deal with loss on your own. You have gained a wonderful new friend, and I really hope your family comes around so that you do not feel so alone in a house full of people.

When going through my file cabinet today, I found a bit of dog hair, which started a flood of tears. My dogs had such distinct personalities, one with a sense of humor and orneriness and the other one so sweet and mellow. My heart goes out to everyone on this site.

Thank you for sharing your stories. For me; loss of my spouse is more painful than any other loss of a relative or pet that I have had to endure. I understand too. The pain is so deep. I just lost my best friend and husband of 48 years. Up and down. Today swimming in tears. I feel so utterly alone and unsure of what to do. I am trying to somehow get back into feeling normal, but maybe I never will. I have no appetite for travelling, visiting, nothing….

Thank you all for sharing…. Death sucks the life out of the survivors. Dear Janet. Life is difficult but keep breathing and smiling. I once was in your situation, almost moved to another province, but it didnt work out Thank God Now I realize, nothing else matters, live life for the minute. Maybe you made a mistake by moving, but it is only a mistake. You will get through this but it takes time…yes lots of time…there is no rush.

Keep breathing… Yoga helps but believe me with each passing day…life gets better. Good luck Janet. I know you can do it. The self-punishment is just too much to bear at times. When she lived with me, she was abusive, she kicked me, threatened to burn down my house, kill my dog, broke windows and sold my electronics. And I left. Life has no undo button but I keep thinking what could have been different, had I stayed. How do I get through every day? I feel just trashed, no good for anything. I know how you feel! My Son died of and OD that then as soon as he was taken off life support and hooked up to morphine like your putting down an animal after they gave me his Mom that decision to make!

He had been in jail and had only been out less than 27 hours but He had had a problem with Pain Pills and other things before but it was on and off until the Pain Pills that he started that was prescribed by a Doctor for his surgery on his shoulder but I know that rage when they are high and how painful it is! Any pain and anguished that you know from that completely is gone when you are holding your dying Child and so Much Pain Your Heart is about to explode out of your chest and you start the nightmare that never goes away! Seemed like every time I was trying to do better someone or something brought me right back to almost where was!

Add this one to the list. All those people who said: Call me if there is anything you need. I mean anything. I want to help. Some mean it. But most do not. The ones who mean it will help you. You will think that they probably are saying yes, just out of embarrassment. So things to do pile on. You feel helpless and paralized. You will feel worse in the night when it all gets quiet. You may have trouble falling asleep and also getting out of bed. Your grief will physically hurt.

Your stomach will hurt. Your chest will hurt. The lump in your throat will hurt. And your head may feel like your brain is swollen. Pack it up, store it and when you are ready, let some of it go and keep a few representative things of their life. I kept a crystal bowl my mom took to parties filled with her popular fruit ambrosia. She was a good cook. Gave away stuff that was not my taste and obviously will never wear.

I kept one really nice, tasteful blanket. Giving away her clothes was as if she died again. It will come back to bite you. It has a life of its own and you have to respect it. You must allow yourself to pass through it from time to time. I struggled with my husbands stuff and I still do.

He was just a person who enjoyed doing stuff so he collected the stuff he enjoyed. So my basement was filled with boxes of our life together. I did get rid of the things I nagged him about, but everything else lived in boxes. So I have recently started to open some boxes most of my stuff and pack some things to Good will. So I decided to find the rare pictures that have me and him having fun at the same time and make a little memory board that I can look at every now and them.

I am sorry for your loss, I am not sure when it will get better, but I hope we can all maintain. He was malnutrition bad and they turned the horse into a grand champion over the years they had him. Then THEY lost their mother from a long battle of cancer. It hit my brother his wife and their son very hard. Then our family was struck again with our nephew. He was in a horrific car accident after 10pm. Their son. My nephew. Was only In his honor he chose to be an organ donor so others could live on if he could not. After trying to put some pieces back together in our family.

My brother and his wife AGAIN were hit almost 4 months later that their brother passed away unexpectedly. Or say to make things any better. We were going numb. We all thought. We were wrong again.

Our family once again learned that our family had more devastating news that we never wanted to hear. My brother and his wife of over 21 years. Who just lost their horse who was like a child to them. Who just lost Their mother who was one of the greatest people you could ever meet. Who just lost their only son together at just 25 years old. Who just lost their brother very unexpectedly. To finding out my brothers wife was diagnosed with rare myeloma and their is no cure. Although she could have many years to live with managed treatments. Today marks 1 year of their son and my nephew passing away.

And no matter what we grieve everyday. Some days are very hard and others are harder. What we do know is that through all of the loss our family had within a year. The one we grieve most is their son who was only 25 and my nephew. Nobody has figured out how to move on. Our only hope right now is that their son and our nephew will watch over his mom and Dad and give us a miracle and keep his mom around for the next 50 years ATLEAST so my brother will be able to keep the love of his life around him since everyone else has been taken so suddenly..

I lost my husband, the love of my life, days ago. He had a multitude of health problems and was sick for a long time. He was in hospice 18 months. We were married 30 years. Obviously I knew when his time was getting short, and I thought I was prepared for his death as I was tired of seeing him suffer. I miss him so much and grieve constantly. I miss his voice. I read your letter and can I ever relate. I too lost my husband of 47 years just 8 months ago. We too went through a very long illness cancer. He was sick for 18 months as well. I too was so sad and tired of watching him suffer.

I too thought I was ready to release him to God so he would be free of all he was going through. So hard to watch. I would have cared for him the rest of my life just to have him here. When your life partner dies and you are left behind, you are missing your other half. You become lost and so alone. They call it separation anxiety. There are so many things to go through emotionally. Such a long hard journey. You wonder if this will ever end. I feel for all your going through. There is nothing worse than child loss and it happened to me 2x. I am been through tremendous loss in my life, but nothing compares to losing a child.

I guess I am cold now to any other person because my children were taken. When an old person dies, there should be no grief, period. Yes, I have been through that so I know what I am talking about. I was so sorry to read your post. We lost my brother when he was 37 years ago. She did nothing else. I took care of her until the last five years and she passed at It was not fair.

I am so sorry and wish there was something that I could do to ease your pain. That pain never went away for my mom or the rest of my family. Prayers are with you regarding you and your children. Is it because they had a long life compared to a child or young person that dies? As soon as the insistence of her superiors relaxed and an error of judgment on the part of an outside confessor gave her a plausible excuse, she burned all her writings, thus destroying the labor of many years.

When this came to the knowledge of the higher authorities and when they insisted on her rewriting the history which continued to be supernaturally made known to her, she again succeeded in delaying the task for ten years. Only the strictest command under obedience and the threat of censures finally induced her to write the manuscript which she began in and finished in , and which is still preserved in the convent of Agreda. In the case of Balaam, he used not only that wicked man but even his beast for special revelation. It does seem that He prefers women for private revelation. He chose men to reveal the great public truths of the Bible and to attend to the public teaching, but to women in the new law He seems to have consigned the task of private revelations.

At least most of the known private revelations have been furnished us by women and not men. We must infer from this that they are better adapted for this work. In fact, no special learning or great natural insight is required of a messenger; such qualities might tend to corrupt or narrow down the inspired message to mere human proportions, whereas private revelation is given precisely for the purpose of communicating higher truths than can be known or under stood naturally.

Women as a rule are more inclined to these virtues than men, and therefore are not so apt to trim the message of God down to their own natural powers of understanding. In choosing women for his special revelations He gives us to understand from the outset, that what He wishes to reveal is above the natural faculties of perception and insight of either man or woman.

The different translations found no less enthusiastic welcome in nearly all the European countries. It secured the immediate approbation and encomium of the ordinaries, the universities, the learned and eminent men of Christendom. The first translation in French was very inexact and contained many interpolations and false versions of the original.

Louis Elias du Pin and Dr. Hideux of the Sorbonne made this translation the foundation of virulent attacks. The very fact that this prohibition did not issue from the Index Commission but from a department not concerned with the examination of books, proves that it owes its insertion to Gallican intrigue, secretly extending even to high circles in Rome, and to the fair- minded, this sectarian attempt will be a convincing argument for the excellence and orthodoxy of the doctrines contained in the revelations of Mary of Agreda.

The popularity and excellence of the great history of the Mother of God is also evidenced by its widespread diffusion. Does it not seem providential that the first English translation of this great work should have been reserved for our own times? The translation herewith offered is as exact and as perfect a rendition of the original Spanish into English, as ten years of assiduous labor and a considerable experience in literary production give a right to expect.

The subject-matter surely ought to secure for it a proper place in the more elevated ranks of English Literature. May this first English translation, under the guidance of our holy faith, bring forth abundant fruits of the Spirit among English-speaking people in all parts of the world. On Sept. The process of canonization of Mary of Agreda was promoted by the Spanish bishops and other eminent men of the Church soon after her death in It has resulted so far in securing her the title of Venerabuis, thus clearing the way to her beatification, for which, let us hope, God will soon raise a promoter among the many pious and eminent men who hold in esteem her writings and have learned of her holy life and of the miracles wrought at her tomb.

The whole of this holy life of Mary is divided, for greater perspicuity, into three parts. The first treats of all that pertains to the fifteen years of her life, from the moment of her most pure Conception until the moment when in her virginal womb the eternal Word assumed flesh, including all that the Most High performed for Mary during these years. The second part embraces the mystery of the Incarnation, the whole life of Christ our Lord, his Passion and Death and his Ascension into heaven, thus describing the life of our Queen in union with that of her Divine Son and all that She did while living with Him.

The third part contains the life of the Mother of grace during the time She lived alone, deprived of the companionship of Christ our Redeemer, until the happy hour of her transition, assumption and crowning as the Empress of heaven, where She is to live eternally as the Daughter of the Father, the Mother of the Son and the Spouse of the Holy Ghost. These three parts I subdivided into eight books, in order that they may be more convenient for use and always remain the subject of my thoughts, the spur of my will and my meditation day and night.

In order to say something of the time in which I wrote this heavenly history, it must be noticed that my father, brother Francis Coronel, and my mother, sister Catharine de Arana, my parents, founded in their own house this convent of the discalced nuns of the Immaculate Conception by the command and will of God, which was declared to my mother, sister Catharine, in a special vision and revelation.

This foundation took place on the octave of the Epiphany, January 13 th , On the same day we took the habit, my mother and her two daughters; and my father took refuge in the order of our seraphic Father Saint Francis, in which two of his sons had already been living as religious. There he took the habit, made his profession, lived an exemplary life, and died a most holy death. My mother and myself received the veil on the day of the Purification of the Queen of heaven, on the second of February, On account of the youth of the other daughter her profession was delayed.

The almighty in His sheer goodness favored our family so much, that all of us were consecrated to Him in the religious state. In the eight year of the foundation of this convent, in the twenty—fifth of my age, in the year of our Lord , holy obedience imposed upon me the office of abbess, to which this day I unworthily hold.

During the first ten years of the time in which I held this office, I received many commands from the Most High and from the Queen of heaven to write her holy life, and I continued with fear and doubt to resist these heavenly commands during all that time until the year , when I began to write it the first time.

On finishing it, being full of fears and tribulations, and being so counseled by a confessor who directed me during the absence of my regular confessor , I burned all the writing containing not only this history, but many other grave and mysterious matters; for he told me, that women should not write in the Church. I obeyed his commands promptly; but I had to endure most severe reproaches on this account from my superiors and from the confessor, who knew my whole life. In order to force me to rewrite this history, they threatened me with censures.

The Most High and the Queen of heaven also repeated their commands that I obey. By divine favor I began re—writing this history on the eighth of December, , on the day of the Immaculate Conception. I confess to Thee Matth. I saw a great and mysterious sign in heaven; I saw a Woman, a most beautiful Lady and Queen, crowned with the stars, clothed with the sun, and the moon was at her feet Apoc. So much has the most high and powerful God favored this Creature, that we, his angelic spirits, are full of astonishment. Contemplate and admire her prerogatives, record them in writing, because that is the purpose for which, according to the measure suitable to thy circumstances, they will be made manifest to thee.

At another time I saw a most beautiful ladder with many rungs; around it were many angels, and a great number of them were ascending and descending upon it. This promise incited my desires, set my will aflame and enraptured my spirit; with many tears I grieved, that I should be burden to myself in my sinfulness Job 7, I sighed for the end of my captivity and longed to arrive where there would be no obstacle to my love. In this anxiety I passed some days, trying to reform my life; I again made a general confession and corrected some of my imperfections.

The vision of the ladder continued without intermission, but it was not explained to me. I made many promises to the Lord and proposed to free myself from all terrestrial things and to reserve the powers of my entirety for his love, without allowing it to incline toward any creature, be it ever so small or unsuspicious; I repudiated all visible and sensible things. Having passed some days in these affections and sentiments, I was informed by the Most High, that the ladder signified the life of the Most Holy Virgin, its virtues and sacraments.

Arise then and walk, ascend by it to Me. These angels, which surround it and accompany it, are those that I appointed as the guardians of Mary, as the defenders and sentinels of the citadel of Sion. Consider Her attentively, and, meditating on her virtues, seek to imitate them. At the top of the ladder I saw the Lord of hosts and the Queen of all creation. They commanded me to glorify, exalt and praise Him on account of these great mysteries and to write down so much of them, as I might bring myself to understand.

The exalted and high Lord gave me a law, written not only on tablets, as He gave to Moses Exod. He moved my will so that in her presence I promised to overcome my repugnance and with her assistance to set about writing her history, paying attention to three things: First, to remember that the creature must ever to seek to acknowledge that profound reverence due to God and to abase itself in proportion to the condescension to his Majesty toward men and that the effect of greater favors and benefits must be a greater fear, reverence, attention and humility; secondly, to be ever mindful of the obligation of all men, who are so forgetful of their own salvation, to consider and to learn what they owe to the Queen and Mother of piety on account of the part assumed by Her in the Redemption, to think of the love and the reverence which she showed to God and the honor in which we are to hold this great Lady; thirdly to be willing to have my spiritual director, and if necessary the whole world, find out my littleness and vileness, and the small returns which I make for what I receive.

On account of this ignorance his justice is provoked to afflict and humiliate men. They are sunken in their carelessness and filled with darkness, not knowing how to seek relief or attain to the light. This, however, is justly their lot, since they fail in the reverence and fear, which they ought to have. Besides this the Most High and the Queen gave many other instructions, in order to make clear to me their will in regard to this work.

It seemed to me temerity and want of charity toward myself, to reject the instruction which she had promised me for narrating the course of her most holy life. From the creation and sin of the first man until I gave the law to Moses, men governed themselves according to their own inclinations and fell into many errors and sins Rom. After having received the law, they again committed sin by not obeying it John 7, 19 and thus they lived on, separating themselves more and more from truth and light and arriving at the state of complete forgetfulness.

In fatherly love I sent them eternal salvation and a remedy for the incurable infirmities of human nature, thus justifying my cause. And just as I then chose the opportune time for the greater manifestation of my mercy, so now I select this time for showing toward them another very great favor.

For now the hour has come and the opportune time to let men know the just cause of my anger, and they are now justly charged and convinced of their guilt. Now I will make manifest my indignation and exercise my justice and equity; I will show how well justified is my cause. In order that this may come to pass more speedily, and because it is now time that my mercy show itself more openly and because my love must not be idle, I will offer to them an opportune remedy, if they will but make use of it for returning again to my favor.

Now, at this hour, when the world has arrived at so unfortunate a pass and when, though the Word has become incarnate, mortals are more careless of their weal and seek it less; when the day of their transitory life passes swiftly at the setting of the sun of time; when the night of eternity is approaching closer and closer for the wicked and the day without a night is being born for the just; when the majority of mortals are sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness of their ignorance and guilt, oppressing the just and mocking the children of God; when my holy and divine law is despised in the management of the iniquitous affairs of state, which are as hostile as they are contrary to my Providence; when the wicked least deserve my mercy; in these predestined times, I wish to open a portal for the just ones through which they can find access to my mercy; I wish to give them a light by which they can dispel the gloom that envelops the eyes of their minds.

I wish to furnish them a suitable remedy for restoring them to my grace. Happy they who find it, and blessed they who will appreciate its value, rich they who shall come upon this treasure, and blessed and very wise those who shall search into and shall understand its marvels and hidden mysteries. I desire to make known to mortals how much intercession of Her is worth, who brought restoration of life by giving mortal existence to the immortal God.

As recompense I desire that they look upon the wonders wrought by my mighty arm in that pure Creature, as upon a mirror by which they can estimate their own ingratitude. I wish to make known to them much of that, which according to my high judgment is still hidden concerning the Mother of the Word. Although all mysteries of religion are in perfect harmony with each other, yet human ignorance might have suffered recoil and doubt at their magnitude, when faith in the Incarnation and Redemption and the precepts of the new law of the Gospel were yet in their beginnings.

These words he addressed to all the world, for it was not yet capable of giving full obedience to the law of grace and full assent to the faith in the Son, much less was it prepared to be introduced into the mysteries of his Mother. But now mankind has greater need for this manifestation, and this necessity urges Me to disregard their evil disposition. And if men would now seek to please me by reverencing, believing, and studying the wonders, which are intimately connected to the Mother of Piety, and if they would all begin to solicit her intercession from their whole heart, the world would find some relief.

I will not longer withhold from men this mystical City of refuge; describe and delineate it to them, as far as thy shortcomings allow. I do not intend that thy descriptions and declarations of the life of the Blessed Virgin shall be mere opinions or contemplations, but reliable truth. They that have ears to hear, let them hear. Let those who thirst come to the living waters and leave the dried—out cisterns; let those that are seeking for the light, follow it to the end.

Thus speaks the Lord, God Almighty! O King, most high and wise Lord; How incomprehensible are thy judgments, and inscrutable thy ways Rom. Invincible God, enduring forever and whose beginning is unknown Eccli. Who can understand thy greatness and who can be worthy of thy most magnificent works, or who can tell Thee why Thou hast created them Rom. For Thou art exalted above all of them and our vision cannot reach Thee and our understanding cannot comprehend Thee. Mayest Thou be blest, magnificent King, because Thou hast deigned to show me, thy slave and a vile worm of the earth, great sacraments and most sublime mysteries.

I saw the Most High, at the same time understanding how his Majesty is in Himself; I received a clear intelligence and a true perception of what is meant by a God, infinite in his substance and attributes, eternal, exalted above all, being three in Person, and one true God. Three in Person, because of the three activities of knowing, comprehending and loving each other; one, so as to secure the boon of eternal unity. It is the trinity of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. The Father is not made, nor created, nor begotten, nor can He be generated or have a beginning.

I perceived, that the Son derives His origin from the Father alone by eternal generation; and that they are equal in their duration from eternity; and that He is begotten by the fecundity of the intelligence of the Father. The Holy Ghost proceeds from the Father and the Son through love. In their indivisible Trinity there is nothing which can be called first or last, greater or smaller; all three Persons are equally eternal and eternally equal; there is unity of essence in a trinity of persons.

Nor are the persons mingled in order to form one God, nor the divine substance separated or divided in order to form three Persons, being distinct as the Father, as the Son and as the Holy Ghost. They are nevertheless one and the same Divinity, equal in Each is the glory and majesty, the power, the eternity, the immensity, the wisdom and sanctity, and all the attributes. And though there are three Persons, in whom these infinite perfections subsist, He is the one and true God, the Holy, the Just, the Powerful, the Eternal and the Measureless.

I also obtained an understanding of the manner in which this Trinity comprehends Itself by simple vision, so that no new or distinct cognition is necessary: the father knows that, which is known to the Son, and the Son and the Holy Ghost know that which is in the intelligence of the Father.

I understood how they love One another with one and the same immense and eternal love; how there is a single, indivisible and equal oneness of intelligence, love and action, how there is one simple, incorporeal and indivisible nature, a divine essence of the true God, in which are joined and united all the perfections in their highest and in an infinite degree. I learnt also to understand the quality of these perfections of the highest Lord: that He is beautiful without a blemish, great without quantity, good without need of qualification, eternal without the duration of time, strong without any weakness, living without touch of decay, true without deceit, present in all places, filling them without occupying them, existing in all things without occupying any space.

There is no contradiction in his kindness, nor any defect in his wisdom. In his wisdom He is inscrutable, in his decrees He is terrible, in his judgments just, in his thoughts most hidden, in his words most true, in his works holy, in his riches affluent. To Him no space is too wide, no narrowness causes restraint, his will does not vary, the sorrowful does not cause Him pain, the past has not passed for Him, nor does the future happen in regard to Him. O eternal Immensity, what illimitable expansion have I seen in Thee? What vastness do I see in thy infinite Being?

Vision does not terminate, nor ever exhaust itself in thy abyss of being. This is the unchangeable Essence, the Being above all other beings, the most perfect sanctity, the most constant truth; this is the infinite, the length, the breadth, the height and the depth, the glory and its cause, rest without fatigue, goodness immeasurable. I understood, that the Most High was in the quiescent state of his own being, when the three Persons according to our way of understanding things , decreed to communicate his perfections as a free gift.

For greater clearness, I must remark, that God comprehends in Himself all things by one indivisible, most simple and instantaneous act. He does not go on from the understanding of one thing to the understanding of another like we do, distinguishing and perceiving first one thing by an act of the understanding, and after that proceeding to the knowledge of others by their connection with those already known. God knows them conjointly all at once, without before or after, since all are together and at once contained in the divine and uncreated knowledge and science, just as they are comprehended and enclosed in his infinite Being, as in their first beginning.

For as some of the creatures hold their existence because of others, there is a dependence of one upon the other. Accordingly we say that God intended and decreed this before that, the one on account of the other; and that if He had not desired or included in the science of vision the one, He would not have desired the other. But by this way of speaking, we must not try to convey the meaning that God placed many acts of intelligence, or of the will; rather we must intend merely to indicate, that the creatures are dependent on each other and that they succeed one another.

In order to be able to comprehend the manner of creation more easily, we apply the order of things as we see them objectively, to the acts of the divine intelligence and will in creating them. I understood, that this order comprises the following instants. The first instant is: God recognizing his infinite attributes and perfections together with the propensity and the ineffable inclination to communicate Himself outwardly.

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This knowledge of God as being communicative ad extra comes first. The majesty of God, beholding the nature of his infinite perfections, their virtue and efficacy operating with magnificence, saw, that it was just and most proper, and, as it were, a duty and a necessity, to communicate Himself and to follow that inclination of imparting and exercising his liberality and mercy, by distributing outside of Himself with magnificence the plenitude of the infinite treasures, contained in the Divinity.

For, being infinite in all things, it is much more natural that He communicate gifts and graces than that fire should ascend, or the stone should gravitate towards its center, or that the sun should diffuse its light. This unfathomable depth of perfections, this affluence of treasures, this impetuous infinity of riches, is set in motion by its own inclinations to communicate itself.

At the same time God is in Himself conscious that to distribute gifts and graces, is not to diminish his riches, but to increase them in the only possible way, by giving an outlet to the inexhaustible fountain of his riches. In this enlightenment and knowledge which I possess, two things hold my lukewarm heart in wonder and inflame it unto annihilation. The first is the inclination and urgent desire, which I see in God, and the strong will, to communicate his Divinity and the treasures of his grace.

The second is the unspeakable and incomprehensible immensity of the good gifts, which I see He wishes to distribute according to this degree, assigning them for this purpose and yet remaining infinite, as if He had not yet given nothing. In this desire and inclination, which fills his Majesty I see Him prepared to sanctify, justify, overwhelm with gifts and perfections all creatures together and each one in particular for itself. He would be ready to give to each of the creatures more than what is held by all the angels and seraphim together; even if all the drops in the ocean and the grains of sand on their shores, all the stars, the planets and the elements, and all creatures were capable of reason and of his gifts, they would receive them without measure, provided they would dispose themselves and place no obstacle toward receiving them.

O fearful malice of sin, which alone is capable of holding up the impetuous stream of such great and eternal gifts! The second instant was to confirm and determine the object and intention of this communication of the Divinity ad extra, namely, that it should redound to his greater glory and to the exaltation of his Majesty and the manifestation of his greatness. This his own exaltation God saw as the end, for which he would communicate Himself, make Himself known by his liberality in the distribution of his attributes, and set in motion his Omnipotence in order that He might be known, praised and glorified.

The third instant consisted in selecting and determining the order and arrangement, or the mode of this communication, so as to realize in an adequate manner the most exalted ends. The order namely, which it is proper should be maintained in regard to the communications of the Godhead and its divine attributes; so that this activity of the Lord may have its proper reasons and objects, and so that it might proceed with the most beautiful and admirable sequence, harmony and subordination. In this instant was decreed first of all, that the Divine Word should assume flesh and should become visible.

The perfection and the composition of the most holy humanity of Christ our Lord was decreed and modeled in divine intelligence. Secondarily, also were formed the ideals of the rest of men in imitation of the First. The divine mind prearranged the harmony and adornment of the human nature composed of an organic body and a vivifying soul, endowed with faculties to know and enjoy its Creator, to discern between good and evil, and with a free will to love that same Lord. The fourth instant was to determine the gifts and graces, which were to be conferred upon the humanity of Christ, our Lord, in union with the Divinity.

Here the Most High opened the liberal hands of his Omnipotence and his other attributes, in order to enrich the most sacred humanity and the soul of Christ with the highest possible plenitude of his gifts and graces. When the stream of his gifts flowed toward the humanity of the Word, communicating to it all the infused science, the grace and goodness of which his blessed soul was capable of grace and glory, in order that from this impetuous stream they might partake in the manner in which it afterwards really happened.

To this instant also, and, as it were, in natural sequence, pertain the decree and predestination of the Mother of the Divine Word incarnate; for here, I understand, was ordained that pure Creature before aught else whatever. Thus, before all other creatures, was She conceived in the divine mind, in such manner and such state as befitted and became the dignity, excellence and gifts of the humanity of her most holy Son.

To her flowed over, at once and immediately, the river of the Divinity and its attributes with all its impetuousity, in as far as a mere creature is capable and as is due to the dignity of the Mother of God. In the knowledge of these exalted mysteries and decrees, I confess myself ravished in admiration and transported beyond my proper self. Perceiving this most holy and pure Creature formed and conceived in the divine mind from the beginning and before all the ages, I joyously and exultingly magnify the Omnipotent for the admirable and mysterious decree, by which He formed for us such a pure and grand, such a mysterious and godlike Creature, worthy rather to be admired and praised by all beings, than to be described by any one.

In my admiration I can say with St. O what tears flowed from my eyes, and what sorrowful astonishment possessed my soul, to see that divine prodigy not acknowledged and that wonder of the Most High not manifest to all the mortals. Much is known of it, but much more is unknown, as this sealed book has not been opened. I am ravished in the perception of this tabernacle of God, and I perceive that the Author of it is more admirable in her creation, than in that of all the rest of the world, although the diversity of the creatures manifests the wonderful power of their Creator.

In this Queen alone are comprehended and contained more treasures than in all the rest of things joined together, and the variety and preciousness of her riches honor the Lord above all the multitudes of the other creatures. Here according to our way of understanding the promise and, as it were, the contract was made with the Word as to the degree of sanctity, and perfection and the gifts and graces, which were to be possessed by Mary his Mother.

Also as to the protection, support and defense, which was to be provided for this true City of God, in which his Majesty contemplated the graces and merits, which She earned for Herself, as well as the fruits to be gathered for his people by the loving returns, which She was to make to his Majesty. In the same instant, and as it were in the third and last place, God determined to create a locality and an abode, where the incarnate Word and his Mother should converse and dwell.

For them primarily did He create the heaven and earth with its stars and elements and all that is contained in them. Secondarily the intention and decree included the creation of the members, of which Jesus was to be the Head, and of whom He would be the King; in order that with kingly providence, all the necessary and befitting arrangements might be made beforehand. I pass over to the fifth instant, although in reality I have found that, which I sought.

In this fifth decree the creation of the angelic nature which is more excellent and more like unto the spiritual being of the Divinity, was determined upon, and at the same time the division or arrangement of the angelic hosts into nine choirs and three hierarchies, was provided and decreed.

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As they are created first of all for the glory of God, to assist before his divine Majesty and to know and love Him, so secondarily they are ordained to assist, glorify and honor, reverence and serve the deified humanity of the eternal Word, recognizing Him as Head, and honoring Him also in his Mother, the most holy Mary, Queen of these same angels. In this instant Christ our Lord earned for them by his infinite merits, present and foreseen, all the grace, which they were to receive.

He was constituted as their Head, Exemplar and supreme King, of whom they should be subjects. Even of the number of angels had been infinite, the merits of Christ our highest Good, would be abundantly sufficient to supply them all with grace. To this instant belongs also the predestination of the good, and the reprobation of the bad angels. God saw in it, by means of his infinite science, all the works of the former and of the latter and the propriety of predestinating, by his free will and by his merciful liberality, those that would obey and give honor, and of reprobating by his justice those who would rise up against his Majesty in pride and disobedience on account of their disordered selflove.

In the same instant also was decreed the creation of the empyrean heaven, for the manifestation of his glory and the reward of the good; also the earth and the heavenly bodies for the other creatures; moreover also in the center or depth of the earth, hell, for the punishment of the bad angels. In the sixth instant was decreed the creation of a people and the congregation of men for Christ, who was already formed in the divine mind and will, and according to his image and likeness man was to be made, in order, that the incarnate Word might find brethren, similar but inferior to Himself and a people of his own nature, of whom He might be the Head.

In this instant was determined the order of creation of the whole human race, which was to begin from one man and woman and propagate itself, until the Virgin and her Son should be born in the predestined order. On account of the merits of Christ our Savior, the graces and gifts were prearranged, and also original justice, if they would only preserve it. The fall of Adam was foreseen and in him that of all others, except of the Queen, who did not enter into this decree.

As a remedy, it was ordained that the most holy humanity should be capable of suffering. The predestined were chosen by free grace, and the foreknown were reprobated with exact justice. There was no injustice done to them, for if with their free will they could sin, so also could they abstain from sin by means of grace and the light of reason. God violated the right of no one, since He forsook no one nor denied to any one that which is necessary. Since his law is written in the hearts of men, nobody is excused for not knowing and loving Him as the highest Good of all creation.

In the perception of these mysteries I saw with great clearness and force the high motives which caused God to manifest and magnify Himself and which should induce men to praise and adore the greatness of the Creator and Redeemer of all. I also saw how tardy they are in the acknowledgment of these obligations and in making return for these benefits; and I was made aware of the complaints and the indignation of the Most High on account of this forgetfulness.

His majesty commanded and exhorted me not to be guilty of such ingratitude, but to offer Him a sacrifice of praise, and a new song, and that I magnify Him in the name of all creatures. O most high and incomprehensible Lord! Would that I had the love and perfections of all the angels and the just in order to confess and praise worthily thy greatness!

I acknowledge, great and mighty Lord, that such a vile creature as I cannot merit the memorable benefit of receiving this clear and exalted knowledge and light concerning thy exalted Majesty. At the sight of thy greatness I perceive my littleness, which before that happy hour was unknown to me; and I was ignorant of the greatness and excellence of the virtue of humility, which is learnt in this science. I do not wish to say that I now possess that virtue, but neither can I deny that I have been shown the certain path which leads to it. Thy light, O most high Lord, illumines me and thy lamp shows me the paths Ps.

Thou hast lighted up, most high King, my understanding and inflamed my will with its most exalted object. The Cause of all causes is God, who created all things that have being. His powerful arm gave existence to all his wonderful works ad extra when and how He chose. The beginning and succession of the work of Creation is described by Moses in the opening chapter of Genesis. Since the Lord has given me an understanding thereof, I will mention what I think useful for elucidating the mysterious origin of the Incarnation of the Word and of our Redemption.

These places are so adapted to their end and so perfect, that as David says of them, the heavens publish the glory of the Lord, the firmament and the earth announce the glory of the work of his hands Ps. The angels were created in the empyrean heavens and in the state of grace by which they might be first to merit the reward of glory. For although they were in the midst of glory, the Divinity itself was not to be made manifest to them face to face and unveiled, until they should have merited such a favor by obeying the divine will.

The holy angels, as well as the bad ones, remained only a very short time in the state of probation; for their creation and probation with its result were three distinct instants or moments, separated by short intermissions. In the first instant they were all created and endowed with graces and gifts, coming into existence as most beautiful and perfect creatures. Then followed a short pause, during which the will of the Creator was propounded and intimated, and the law and command was given to them, to acknowledge Him as their Maker and supreme Lord, and to fulfill the end for which they have been created.

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