Spiritual Communication, Through the Mediumship of Elizabeth Armstrong

Spiritual Communication, Through the Mediumship of Elizabeth Armstrong

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...toencourage her on to fit herself for the influence of the higher circle, who are patiently, yet sadly waiting her progress under ours, to go forth and boldly teach and proclaim the truth. D0 not weary, dear friend; work on with earnestness. Though the end seem long in coming, your patience and courage will urge her on. Adieu.--H. F." Thursday, 18th.--The following poetry was written off-hand and involuntarily by Miss A., descriptive of a vision she had had the night before;--I was led by the spirit circle, as if floating through the air, Upbome by soul-like pinions, on, on, I cared not where; To a lofty noble temple, in a distant unknown 1and--How solemn seemed its ample dome, so beautiful, so grand, That I pressed along with eager, though with slow and measured tread, I felt as if about to visit the mansions of the dead: I enter'd and I gazed with heartfelt holy love, While listening to the pealing notes of an organ from above. Of childhood's familiar objects the mementos I beheld, Renewing in my memory the ceremonies of eld. But soon the scene was changed, and man, with earnest ruthless hand, Tore down the lofty aged structure, scatt'ring it o'er the sand; Till crushed arches and proud columns, under ruin's subtlest sway, Seemed crumbling to their bases in magnificent decay. The stealing ivy mantled round the stones of the tottering wall, Till it look'd coeval with the flood, or Babylon's great fall; It was as if eternity had raised itself a throne, And, clothed in massy hoarness, had laid its sceptre down. Dark and drear the forest monarchs around it did arise, . Whose unpruned and giant arms were embowered in the skies. Again I entered, though shuddering, through the now unbarr'd door, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 102 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 195g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236831462
  • 9781236831460