...sacred precincts of the heart of each one of you there sings the song of the poet who said: "Build thee more stately mansions, O, my soul, As the swift seasons roll. Let each new temple, nobler than the last. Shut tbee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at...

...will not fret about the future, but will try now to do with my might whatever is in my power. " Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shot thce from heaven with...

...! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: v. Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a...

...drove on. If that horse was not intelligent, what was he?— Salem Evening Nevis. EXCELSIOR. Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a...

...Holmes, in his poem on the Nautilus ; and I wish I could bring it home to every one of you : — " Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ; Leave thy low-vaulted past, Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with...

...Christian era, as dated ; perhaps one or two years earlier. Who is the author of these lines : Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past I Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with...

...for the soul Can take no lower flight, and seek no meaner goal." PROMETHEUS. —Pereival. •' Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a...

...that sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb forever and ever." II. UNIVERSALISM AS A HOME. "Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with...

...While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : T. Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with...

...spiritual beauty. ±s not our Pilgrim working on the marble of character ? Behold it, by and by! " Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul ! As the swift seasons roll, Leave thy low- vaulted Past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the las^ Shut thee from heaven with...