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human race in Burmah, Siam and China. Arnold, in 

 his " Light of Asia," gives us these lines : 



" We are the voices of the wandering wind, 

 Which moan for rest, and rest can never find. 

 Lo ! as the wind is, so is mortal life, 

 A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. 



" O Maya's son! because we roam the earth, 

 Moan we upon these strings, we make no mirth ; 

 So many woes we see in many lands, 

 So many streaming eyes and wringing hands. 



" But Thou that art to save, Thine hour is nigh ! 

 The sad world waileth in its misery, 

 The blind world stumbleth on its round of pain. 

 Rise, Maya's child! wake! slumber not again." 



These lands must be filled with light. So far there 

 are but faint rays. The sun is not yet fully risen, 

 much less reached the meridian. We who know the 

 truth may do much more than we are doing to roll 

 this our poor earth with increasing speed towards the 

 Sun of the soul. 



Much might be done to spread the light by the 

 formation of Christian bands for evangelistic tours 

 round the world, for the purpose of strengthening the 

 hands of pioneer brethren who sometimes grow weary 

 in their heavy and responsible labors. How glad I 



