author - "Frank Channing Haddock"

fying space,In flaring furnace of the smelted ore,In haunts of coal and steam below the whirling wheels,Life laughs and sings and thundersAn oratorio merging all the powers of harmony,And hails the high-born Thief,As giver of ethereal fire.

The atomic thrill waits also the clear callTo lift dull bodies till the joy of fleshBecomes a common luxury;--To vibrate rhythmically swiftThrough all the responsive cells of thoughtTill a man might solemnly holdAll things are possible on the bursting earth;--To energize the mystic selfWith consciousness of life deificTill the whole world, jubilant, should flameWith its glory, actual, concrete, the one sure TruthOf a rock-girt globe, or a sun-filled space.--THE AUTHOR.

THE TWENTY-SEVENTH LESSON--The Four Pyramids.

This equation's writIn every scene:The end shall fit--As extremes to mean--Whatever's forerunner to it.--THE AUTHOR.

PRINCIPLE--The best use of self demands that it be understood.

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