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New Zealand Tablet, 12 June 1919, Page 29

The world’s history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto and of every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and, though there have been mingled the discords of roaring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian philosopher and historianthe humble lis—there has been a divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come. History is but the unrolled scroll of prophecy. —James A. Garfield.