So while the world rolls on from change to change And realms of thought expand, The letter stands without expanse or range, Stiff as a dead man's hand. While as the life-blood fills the glowing form, The spirit Christ has shed, Flows through the ripening ages fresh and warm, More full than heard or read.
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