The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down the centuries, and though there have been mingled the discords of warring cannon and dying men, yet to the Christian philosopher and historian — the humble listener — there has been a Divine melody running through the song which speaks of hope and halcyon days to come.


The Province of History (c. 1856), Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 620.


The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down ...

The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down ...

The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down ...

The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains have been pealing along down ...