We Are Blessed With A Faith, Which

Does It Seem All But Incredible To You That Intelligence Should Travel For Two Thousand Miles, Along Those Slender Copper Lines, Far Down In The All But Fathomless Atlantic; Never Before Penetrated … Save When Some Foundering Vessel Has Plunged With Her Hapless Company To The Eternal Silence And Darkness Of The Abyss? Does It Seem … But A Miracle … That The Thoughts Of Living Men … Should Burn Over The Cold, Green Bones Of Men And Women, Whose Hearts, Once As Warm As Ours, Burst As The Eternal Gulfs Closed And Roared Over Them Centuries Ago?

I Should Be Glad If I Could Flatter Myself That I Came As Near The Central Idea Of The Occasion, In Two Hours, As You Did In Two Minutes.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil, Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest...

We Are Blessed With A Faith, Which Calls Into Action The Whole Intellectual Man; Which Prescribes A Reasonable Service; Which Challenges The Investigation Of Its Evidences; And Which, In The Doctrine Of Immortality, Invests The Mind Of Man With A Portion Of The Dignity Of Divine Intelligence.

Truth Travels Down From The Heights Of Philosophy To The Humblest Walks Of Life, And Up From The Simplest Perceptions Of An Awakened Intellect To The Discoveries Which Almost Change The Face Of The World. At Every Stage Of Its Progress It Is Genial, Luminous, Creative.