Scripture Verse

Before me was a throne…and the one who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian. Revelation 4:2–3


Autumn Landscape with Rainbow
Jacob Cats (1741–1799)

Words: Ol­iv­er W. Holmes, Sr., 1848. Pub­lished in the At­lan­tic Month­ly, De­cem­ber 1859, at the end of Holmes’ Pro­fess­or at the Break­fast Ta­ble.

Music: Lou­van Vir­gil C. Tay­lor, Cho­ral An­thems (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: 1850) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pho­to of Tay­lor (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Oliver W. Holmes, Sr.


And so my year’s re­cord is fin­ished. Thanks to all those friends who from time to time have sent their mes­sag­es of kind­ly re­cog­ni­tion and fel­low-feel­ing. Peace to all such as may have been vexed in spir­it by any ut­ter­ance the pag­es have re­peat­ed. They will doubt­less for­get for the mom­ent the dif­fer­enc­es in the hues of truth we look at through our hu­man prisms, and join in sing­ing (in­ward­ly) this hymn to the Source of the light we all need to lead us and the warmth which can make us all bro­thers.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.


Lord of all being! thronèd afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!

Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray,
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, Thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.

Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch Thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine!

Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before Thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no luster of our own.

Grant us Thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee,
Till all Thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame!