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Our Message for the Inca

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 7, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 14.

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Our Message for the Inca

By Delwin Rees Buckner

DELWIN REES BUCKNER
TIME, bruskly brushing past each massive door, His wings as sharp as pointed edgéd swords, Effaced at length the graven, lying words The gold-adornéd Inca temples bore; In cult, they paid the bright-rayed radiant sun. The helpless priest beheld his temple fall, Or fell himself beneath some staggering wall Where still he lies, his ministration done.
The Spaniard came and built his human creed On soil the heathen Inca priests had sown, But, O! erelong, our hearts in anguish pray That we may see some grains of gospel seed Grow where tradition, lifeless as a stone, Has borne for ages well-nigh endless sway.
Ambato, Ecuador.