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What a well-nigh limitless heritage have we re ceived from the past! Think of what nature in days gone by has stored up for our use to-day. Ages ago there were great, giant trees with branches towering up well toward the sky, and perchance the merest shrub may have grown as high as the famous big trees of California. Ferns as high as cedars grew among the trees and on the sides of the hills. The floods came and the winds blew, and those giant ferns and more than giant trees one after another fell to the earth and lay there still where they had fallen. Other floods came and other winds blew. Earth and rocks were washed upon the bodies of the giants, the débris of centuries buried them deeper and deeper below the surface, generation after generation of men who knew not what was beneath their feet passed over the spot. Heat and pressure did their work. And to-day men dig into the bowels of the earth and find the well-nigh priceless fields of coal for use in the generation of heat and light and power.

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Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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What a well-nigh limitless heritage have we re ceived from the past! Think of what nature in days gone by has stored up for our use to-day. Ages ago there were great, giant trees with branches towering up well toward the sky, and perchance the merest shrub may have grown as high as the famous big trees of California. Ferns as high as cedars grew among the trees and on the sides of the hills. The floods came and the winds blew, and those giant ferns and more than giant trees one after another fell to the earth and lay there still where they had fallen. Other floods came and other winds blew. Earth and rocks were washed upon the bodies of the giants, the débris of centuries buried them deeper and deeper below the surface, generation after generation of men who knew not what was beneath their feet passed over the spot. Heat and pressure did their work. And to-day men dig into the bowels of the earth and find the well-nigh priceless fields of coal for use in the generation of heat and light and power.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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"All Things Are Yours"

All times are thine: the fruitage of past years
Lies mellowed at thy feet for thee to taste;
The present, with fleet hours, is all in haste
To open wide its fields of golden ears.

The future is thine own, the years to be,
On, and still on, till time shall be no more.
Till, free from mortal clay, upon the shore
Of heaven, thou claimest immortality.

All earth is thine, from east to farthest west,
Thou layest tribute on each clime and zone;
And harvest ripen where thou hast not sown,
As fields and ocean give to thee their best.

The very winds breathe music, and the birds
Ripple the air with melodies so sweet,
Thou art entranced, and ask them to repeat
The song that is too deep for human words:

While countless flowers, in purple, blue, and gold,
On cups and bells their silent anthems ring,
And censers of the rarest perfume swing
Like the robed acolytes or priests of old.

All grace is thine, all promises, all power.
Omnipotence itself if there is need;
Who leans on man leans on a broken reed.
Who leans on God is conqueror every hour.

All heaven is thine, up to its highest throne;
The harp, the alleluias, and the psalm.
The robes all white, the golden crown, the palm
All, all are thine, since Christ is all thine own.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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