Thus with the year,

Seasons return, but not to me returns

Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;

So much the rather thou, celestial Light,
Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers
Irradiate; there plant eyes; all must from thence
Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell
Of things invisible to mortal sight.

JOHN MILTON, (Paradise Lost, Bk. III.)

BY

HARVEY A. FULLER

AUTHOR, POET AND LECTURER

Graduate of Hillsdale College, Hillsdale, Michigan, and former student
of New York City Institution for the Blind

WITH FOREWORD BY

PROF. HARRY S. MYERS, A.M., B.D.

General Secretary of the United Society of Free Baptist Young People

AND AN APPRECIATION BY

DR. KINGSBURY BACHELDER, A. M., L. H. D.
Greek Department, Hillsdale College

Author of

INTRODUCTIONS BY

JOSEPH W. MAUCK

President of Hillsdale College

AND

MISS FANNY CROSBY

Rescue the Perishing," "Pass Me Not, O, Gentle Savior,"
and many other Gospel Songs in popular use

PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR

HILLSDALE, MICHIGAN