It is a twice-told tale, that the world is passing away from us. God has written it upon every page of His creation that there, is nothing here which lasts. Our affections change : the friendships of the man are not the friendships of the boy. The face of the visible world is altering around us : we have the grey, mouldering ruins to tell of what once was. Our laborers strike their ploughshares against the foundations of buildings which once echoed to human mirth, skeletons of men to whom life was once dear, urns and coins that remind the antiquarian of a magnificent empire. This is the history of the world and all that is in it. It passes while we look at it. We are such stuff as dreams are made of.— F. W. Itohertson.
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New Zealand Tablet, 17 April 1919, Page 7
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135Untitled New Zealand Tablet, 17 April 1919, Page 7
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