The Human Body a Volume of Divine Revelations
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Excerpt from The Human Body a Volume of Divine Revelations: Governed by Laws of God´s Ordaining, Equally With the Planetary System, or Those Written on "Tables of Stones" Or in the Bible Is He a mere passive spectator, as silent and impotent as a Pagen idol, or is he the animating power of the entity acted upon? Are not Divine laws written on the human heart and put in mans inward parts just as sacred and binding as laws written in a book or on "tables of stone?" I so assume, and further that those laws are as profitable for doctrine and instruction in righteousness as any written in the Book of Books, which truths I reverance and adore. Our bodies nevertheless are the highest, grandest, chief excellence, the crowning glory of all the Creator´s creations, and His inspiration found in that volume are "new every morning and fresh every evening." The poet is on record as saying. "The chief study of man should be man." If by that affirmation he meant that man should be studied as a volume of Divine revelations, I respond. Amen! I take the position that we should reverance the "harp of a thousand strings," as David termed it, and regard it as sacred, equally with the Bible. Evidently, Professor Oliver Wendall Holmes, the poet, scholar, philanthropist, philosopher, wit, etc., so regarded it. Reverently and adoringly he wrote: "Not in the starry heavens alone, Where God hath built His blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, And endless isles of sunlit green Is all the Creator´s glory seen. Look in upon thy wondrous frame, Eternal wisdom still the same." Clairvoyantly, like Solomon, he saw "The smooth, soft air, with pulse-like wave, Murmuring through the air-cell caves; Saw a stream of blood through auricles rush, Fired with new and crimson blush; While all the debris of decay, Saw the liver screen away; And purpled with venous blood, to start, For the right auricle of the heart. He saw the heart no rest did ask, Forever laboring at its task; While far and wide a pulse-like jet, Leaped forth ´o fill the woven net, Which in unnumbered crossing tides, The flood of crimson life divides; Then kindling each decaying part, Flow back again to "pitcher" heart. 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.
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