...footing in the swelling of Jordan. Lux e tenebris—who will not prize it ? who does not need it ? For— "What am I? An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry." and with an earnestness amounting to agony, leaving theii home, like the...

...another's gain. "Behold I we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last, far off, at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. "So runs my dream: bnt what am It An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light ; And with DO language...

...another's gain. Behold we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last>-far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my flrcam : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light : And with no...

...— " Behold ! we know not anything: I can but trust that good shall fall At last, — far off, — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring....in the night; An infant crying for the light; And with no language but a cry." Voltaire himself, in a few words, rightly describes Bayle's position as...

...another's gain. Behold we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring....in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. 242. HTHE wish, that of the living whole -*- No life may fail beyond the...

...'but God is in the light. What He is doing and what He is igoing to do, we know not. What are you 1 What am I \ " An infant crying in the night, An infant...for the light, And with no language but a cry." 'The morning will come. We shall see that what frightened us in the night was the noise of the workmen building...

...primitive purity and apostolic consistency. VII. THE UNSEEN WORLD. 87 VII. THE UNSEEN WORLD. ". . . .But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry." THROUGH all the past, men of every degree of culture and every form of...

...can but trust that good shall fall, at last — far off — atjast, and every winter have its spring. But what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. In the evening, as soon as the shutters were closed and the candles were...

...another's gain. Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring....in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. LV. HE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave,...

...gain. Behold ! we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far-off — r but his door, Balked with no language but a cry. Alfred Tennijion. 1541. GOOD, Unexpected. But what of all the joys of jcarth...