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THE INSPIRATION OF OUR FAITH

" Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair ; and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment." --St. John

xii, 3.

BOTH

OTH religion and poetry breathe a common

air, and rule over a common kingdom. They have to do with visions which love alone can realize, with questions to which reason has no answer, with feelings which elude expression in words.

Fancies that broke through language and escaped.

The Saint and the Poet are both born from above, and by their inner sight they behold two worlds. They have their being in the perfect ideal of this visible life. Unto them belong

the original gift of spreading the atmosphere of the ideal world around forms, incidents, and situations, of which for the common view custom had bedimmed all the lustre, and dried up the sparkle and the dewdrops.” Religion robbed of

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