Mary Proctor Quote

The music of the spheres that are swayed and held in bondage by our own sun, is echoed by that of ten million moving suns, singing their solemn chant - the grandest of epics - the Poem of the Universe, as they wing their flight through infinite space.


The Silver River of Heaven, The Chautauquan, Volume 21, Number 4, July, 1895 (p. 459)


The music of the spheres that are swayed and held in bondage by our own sun, is echoed by that of ten million moving suns, singing their solemn chant ...

The music of the spheres that are swayed and held in bondage by our own sun, is echoed by that of ten million moving suns, singing their solemn chant ...

The music of the spheres that are swayed and held in bondage by our own sun, is echoed by that of ten million moving suns, singing their solemn chant ...

The music of the spheres that are swayed and held in bondage by our own sun, is echoed by that of ten million moving suns, singing their solemn chant ...