Excerpt from Rays From the Christmas Star Not with dash or sudden sally, Swooping down with rushing wing, But as, creeping up a valley, Come the grasses in the spring First one blade and then another, Still advancing are they seen, Rank on rank, each by its brother, Till each inch of ground is green. Through the weary days of sowing, Burning sun and drenching shower, Day by day, so slowly growing, Comes the waited harvest hour. 80 the kingdom cometh ever, Though it seem so far away Each bright thought and true endeavor Hastens on the blessed day. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This 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.