Jesus

Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine Which Time has blazoned on his mighty scroll; No wreaths nor garlands ever did entwine So fair a temple of so vast a soul. There every virtue set his triumph-seal; Wisdom, conjoined with strength and radiant grace, In a sweet copy Heaven to reveal, And stamp perfection on a mortal face. Once on the earth wert thou, before men’s eyes, That did not half thy beauteous brightness see; E’en as the emmet does not read the skies, Nor our weak orbs look through immensity.

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Theodore Parker

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