Of night and day, of life and death,
For one brief instant, onward whirled,
My being breathed with godlike breath:
The sky spun like a mighty bowl,
I saw the wheat in billows roll.
Edward O. Jackson.
Transcriber’s Notes
- Created an eBook cover from elements within the issue.
- Reconstructed the Table of Contents (originally on each issue’s cover).
- Retained copyright notice on the original book (this eBook is public-domain in the country of publication.)
- Silently corrected a few palpable typos.