In calm and cool and silence, once again

I find my old accustomed place among

My brethren, here, perchance, no human tongue

Shall utter words; where never hymn is sung,

Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung

Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane!

There, syllabled by silence, let me hear

The still small voice which reached the prophets ear;

Read in my heart a still diviner law

Than Israel's leader on his tables saw!

here let…

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The Quaker of the olden time!

How calm and firm and true,

Unspotted by its wrong and crime,

He walked the dark earth through,

The lust of power, the love of gain,

The thousand lures of sin

Around him, had no power to stain

The purity within.



With that deep insight which detects

All great things in the small,

And knows how each man's life affects

The spiritual life of all,

He walked by faith and not by sight,

By love and not… Continue

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