Excerpt from The Instructor, Vol. 67: July, 1932I shut my eyes to the sunshine, My feet were set in the plain, So I matched my heart to the shadows That spoke of a coming rain.Then some one called me and asked, Why tarry you here below? And I with pent up longing, Said, whither Lord shall I go?He answered me, child go nowhere I shall carry you at will.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.