Once more the church is seized with sudden fear,
And at her call is Wicliffe disinhumed:
Yea, his dry bones to ashes are consumed
And flung into the brook that travels near;
Forthwith, that ancient voice which streams can hear,
Thus spake (that voice which walks upon the wind
Though seldom heard by busy human kind),
"As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear
Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
Into main ocean they, this deed accursed
An emblem yields to friends and enemies,
How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed."
"How vast the great sun is that rules the day, how tiny the little dewdrop on the leaf! Yet the little globe holds and reflects the greater in perfect beauty. So can the humblest soul hold and reflect the Sun of Righteousness!"
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A Jewish proverb says, Michael flies with but one wing, Gabriel with two. God is quick in sending angels of peace and they fly apace; but the messengers of wrath come slowly.—
