...the final goal of ill ? Will God refuse to destroy one life that he has made ? So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light ; And with no language but a cry.' These, and such as these, are the questions which assail the modern poet,...

...the Word,' and fostered — O how tenderly — by God's own servants — " 'An infant crying in the night, An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.' " [We say from this side of the world, God bless Port Adelaide Sailors' Mission and Missionary. — ED.]...

...genius the cross of Christ. Tennyson's painful confession leaps unwittingly from all their lips : " But what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant...the light ; And with no language but a cry '." We Trait for our Dante and our Milton, who shall pour their alabaster box of ointment, very costly, on...

...fall At last— far off— at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night ; An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." — p. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...

...matters, respecting which no one man can have more positive or certain knowledge than any other man ? What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but & cry ! TKNNVSON. Sterling read many German books at this time, such as Tholuck...

...have taken up the exclamation, forced even from the somewhat transcendental poet, Tennyson, — " Whnt am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying...ridges of lofty mountains, and walked at the edge of thoir precipices, till from the immense and appalling valleys below our soul has shrunk back gratefully...

...can but trust that good shall fall At last — far on0 — at last, to all, 76 So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language hut a cry. 77 LIT. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the...

...At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry." — P. 77. This subservience of Knowledge to Faith appears from first...

...but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, 7'i So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. LIV. THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave...

...matters, respecting which no onti man can have more positive or certain knowledge than any other man? •- What am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry !" TENNYSON. Sterling read many German books at this time, such as Tholuck...