I like a church, I like a cowl,
I love a prophet of the soul,
I like a church, I like a cowl,
I love a prophet of the soul,
The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity Himself from God he could not free He builded better than he knew The conscious stone to beauty grew.
In creeds never was such levity witness the heathenism in Christianity, the periodic revivals, the Millennium mathematics, the peacock ritualism, the retrogression to Popery, the maundering of Mormons, the squalor of Mesmerism, the deliration of
Every Stoic was a Stoic but in Christendom where is the Christian.
It is my desire, in the office of a Christian minister, to do nothing which I cannot do with my whole heart. Having said this, I have said all.
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