The book Some Adventures of the Soul And the Deliverer was written by author Catherine Mildred Verschoyle Here you can read free online of Some Adventures of the Soul And the Deliverer book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Some Adventures of the Soul And the Deliverer a good or bad book?
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Arise ! Be not content To have thy habitation in this tent Pitched in the desert, when thy house is made In heaven ; and thy birthright, greater far Than all the angels' glories are, Centres about a secret Name, Whose flame When first Life's corner-stone was laid, Was graven with a hidden art Upon thy heart ; And written in transcendent duplicate Upon the white cube by the Temple gate. And lest to those who wait God's sign grow dim, The angels, pitying, over heaven's rim Fling snowy wafers from... the heavenly board, Each marked with the insignia of His mint A cross, deep scored ; Which He did print, Token of honour on the colt that carried Him, And on his humble house from age to age : Still wheresoe'er man's eyes may turn He sees the mystic symbol burn, His very limbs a constant cross afford Where he is crucified beside his Lord. OF THE SOUL 31 Oh, dreamer, wake ! and follow still The paths of pain that bear His mark, Accept His will As rudder to thy wandering bark. And day by day His manna take, Nor for the morn provision make ; For doubtless He shall give thee from His store The daily bread that pilgrim souls implore, And each day more ; A better nourishment, a stronger meat The food of yesterday, though sweet, For yesterday alone had power, And souls starve, hearts grow cold Who treasure stores grown old, Feeding on manna of an outgrown hour.
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