...belief. 8. THE SOURCE OF AUTHORITY. Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables...morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. — Emerson. All Christians rely upon human reason to some extent. But the reason finds limits beyond...

...nitroglycerine. At this particular time it may be difficult for us to go as far as Emerson and say : One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost, but nevertheless we all believe in the torch race of intelligence, and we rejoice that some torches...

...ye work-a-day ! Hark to the Voice ! But only by intui tion, by sympathy, by holy love, may you win. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost. The full power of the Vox Humana calls, and at last ye understand, for life has taught you. But at...

...fluidity, with faith in suspense, and only that surviving out of the past that is strong enough to survive. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost. None who really live can escape this diluvial era. That whic i is Transcendentalism ut Boston becomes...

...oracle,J Ever the fiery Pentecost Girds with one flame the countless host. They will know that — The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken. They will know that — One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost. * There is...

...perceive them," wrote Brownson. And Emerson, declaring that "Ever the words of the gods resound," chanted: The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken. which the divine was everywhere immanent in matter, was a perpetual and all-encompassing miracle. They...

...some master mind, someone who, however unlike the " cowled churchman," has the faith to believe that The word by seers or sibyls told In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still fioats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the wiling mind. Under the direct inspiration and guidance...

...through the priest the mind inspires. The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken j The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak,...fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, StiE whispers to the willing mind. &o One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost....