Chapter III: Part 3

I trembled but I did not fall,
I ceased, and yet I did not die,
But from my eyes there fell the pall,
My soul no longer wondered why:
I knew the secret of the world,
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.