Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?

The Saviour Who Flitted Before The Patriarchs Through The Fog Of The Old Dispensation, And Who Spake In Time Past To The Fathers By The Prophets, Articulate But Unseen, Is The Same Saviour Who, On The Open Heights Of The Gospel, And In The Abundant Daylight Of This New Testament, Speaks To Us. Still All Along It Is The Same Jesus, And That Bible Is From Beginning To End All Of It, The Word Of Christ.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.