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Creator: Battersby, H. S. (Hannah S.), -1887?
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Her sun-shrine, raised in classic beauty rare? Crumbled, and lost in rainless Egypt's dust, Save what these columns guard in sacred trust. And shall we fondly consecrate and raise Vast monuments to sing of mortal praise, And then presume to criticise and scorn Fanes raised the sun-god's temple to adorn? Ah no, but let us rather consecrate Anew this worship-sign of ancient date, Than join in scoff by sneering cynic thrown On faith and on religion not his own. Upon the generous donor's aged brow Let Britain place her graceful chaplet now, Since unto him is due that she doth hold This precious relic of the faith of old. And let us not forget what thanks are due To skilful Dixon and his gallant crew, And as is just, be honour also paid. To useful Dmetri for his timely aid. Then plant the precious fane on Britain's shore.
The World English Bible (WEB): Jeremiah

Book 24 Jeremiah 001:001 The words of Jeremiah the son of Hilkiah, of the priests who were in Anathoth in the land of Benjamin: 001:002 to whom the word of Yahweh came in the days of Josiah the son of Amon, king of Judah, in the thirteenth year of his reign. 001:003 It came also in the days of Jehoiakim the son of Josiah, king of Judah, to the end of the eleventh year of Zedekiah, the son of Josiah, king of Judah, to the carrying away of Jerusalem captive in the fifth month. 001:004 Now the word of Yahweh came to me, saying, 001:005 Before I formed you in the belly I knew you, and before you came forth out of the womb I sanctified you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations. 001:006 Then said I, Ah, Lord Yahweh! behold, I don't know how to speak; for I am a child. 001:007 But Yahweh said to me, Don't say, I am a child; for to whoever I shall send you, you shall go, and whatever I shall command you, you shall speak. 001:008 Don't be afraid because of them; for I am with you to deliver you, says Yahweh. 001:009 Then Yahweh put forth his hand, and touched my mouth; and Yahweh
In solemn tribute of the faith of yore, That coming ages may revere the sod That shrines this tribute to the living God. * * * * * A VOICE FROM ST. GEORGE'S HALL, LIVERPOOL. Inhabitants of Liverpool, List to the urgent call, Which summons you in crowds to-day, Within St. George's Hall. There earnest Women are convened, In purpose strong to seek, Through your kind help and influence, To aid the Faint and Weak. The Convalescent Hospital Stands burdened with a debt,