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“...but when The Spirit speaks,—or beauty from the sky Descends into my being,—when I hear The storm-hymns of the mighty ocean roll, Or thunder sound,—the champion of the storm!— Then I feel envy for immortal words, The rush of living thought; oh! then I long To dash my feelings into deathless verse, That may administer to unborn time, And tell some lofty soul how I have lived A worshipper of Nature and of Thee!”

Quote by Robert Montgomery

Work

An Universal Prayer ; Death ; A Vision of Heaven ; and A Vision of Hell &c. &c

An Universal Prayer ; Death ; A Vision of Heaven ; and A Vision of Hell &c. &c is a compilation of spiritual musings and narratives that examine the nature of prayer, the inevitability of death, and the concepts of heaven and hell. The work is a profound exploration of human spirituality, touching upon themes of morality, faith, and the afterlife. It is likely to be a collection of essays, stories, or meditations that invite readers to contemplate their own beliefs and the deeper questions of life and existence. more

Author

Robert Montgomery
Robert Montgomery

Robert Montgomery was an American film actor born on May 21, 1904, and passed away on September 27, 1981. He was active in the film industry from the 1930s to the 1960s and was renowned for his performances in theater and film. more

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