The Ambrosian
Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before.
Tennyson
Page Twenty
The Ambrosian
Columbus-like, I sailed into the night.
The sunset gold to find;
Alas, 'twas but the phantom of the light,
Life's Indies lay behind!
Tabb
Page Twenty-two
