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REV. A. VINE HALL.
O Desire! art thou prophet or friend? Wherefore stand
Solemnly pointing with eloquent hand
Mortals (whose feet are on burial sod!)
Up to the Infinite, up to a God?
A prophet I hail thee, and tremblingly cry—
"May we grasp a great Destiny—scaling the sky!"
What is remorse for the failure to-day
But the Voice of Omnipotence saying "Ye may!"
Rev. A. Vine Hall.
