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"Are you Jesus Christ's man? Give us a writing that tells about Jesus Christ." Letter of Rev. Dr. Judson.

is a cry in Burmah, and a rush Of thousand footsteps from the distant bound Of watery Siam and the rich Cathay. From the far northern frontier, pilgrims meet The central dwellers in the forest-shades, And on they press together. Eager hope Sits in their eye, and on their lips the warmth Of strong request. Is it for bread they seek, Like the dense multitude which fainting hung Upon the Saviour's words, till the third day Closed in and left them hungering! Not for food Or raiment ask they. Simply girding on The scanty garment o'er the weary limb, They pass unmarked the lofty domes of wealth Inquiring for a stranger. There he stands, The mark of foreign climes is on his brow; He hath no power, no costly gifts to deal Among the people, and his lore perchance The earth-bowed worldling with his scales of gold Accounteth folly. Yet to him is raised Each straining eye-ball, "Tell us of the Christ!" And like the far off murmur of the sea