Never yet has been broken The silence eternal: Never yet has been spoken In accents supernal God's Thought of Himself. We are groping in blindness Who yearn to behold Him: But in wisdom and kindness In darkness He folds Him Till the soul learns to see. So the veil is unriven That hides the All-Holy, And no token is given That satisfies wholly The cravings of man. But, unhasting, advances The march of the ages, To truth-seekers' glances Unrolling the pages Of God's revelation. Impatience unheeding, Time, slowly revolving; Unresting, unspeeding, Is ever evolving Fresh truths about God. Human speech has not broken The stillness supernal: Yet ever is spoken Through silence eternal, With growing distinctness God's Thought of Himself. ON THE NATURE AND THE EXISTENCE OF GOD. IT is impossible for those who study the deeper religious; problems of our time to stave off much longer the question which lies at the root of them all, "What do you believe in regard to God?" We may controvert Christian doctrines, one after another; point by point we may be driven from the various beliefs of our churches; reason may force us to see contradictions where we had imagined harmony, and may open our eyes to flaws where we had dreamed of perfection; we resign all idea of a revelation; we seek for God in Nature only; we renounce for ever the hope (which glorified our former creed into such alluring beauty) that at some future time we should verily "see" God, that "our eyes should behold the King in his beauty" in that fairy "land which is very far off." But every step we take onwards towards a more reasonable faith and a surer light of Truth leads us nearer and nearer to the problem of problems, "What is That which men call God?" Not till theologians have thoroughly grappled with this question have they any just claim to be called religious guides; from each of those whom we honour as our leading thinkers we have a right to a distinct answer to this question, and the very object of the present paper is to provoke discussion on this point.