| A Still Small Voice. | [124 T.J.] |
"A still small voice spake unto me."
--Tennyson, The Two Voices.
| The Stirring of the Waters. | [167 L.J.] |
"To-day a golden pinion stirred
The world's Bethesda pool,
And I believed the song I heard
Nor put my heart to school;
And through the rainbows of the dream
I saw the gates of Eden gleam."
--Alfred Noyes, The Hill Flower.
| The Stone Rolled Away. | [297 L.J.] |
"Pitiless walls of gray,
Gathered around us, a growing tomb
From which it seemed not death or doom
Could roll the stone away."
--Alfred Noyes, The Enchanted Island.
| Tables of Stone | [207 H.T.], [212 H.T.] |