William Canton

Biographical details

Portrait of William Canton William Canton,  A Child's Book of Saints

“ Yet to the sick man even this Isle of the Stones of Emptiness was a place of rest and respite from the sea,—"It is still mother-earth," he said, "though the mother be grown very old and there be no flesh left on her bones"—and at first it seemed as though he was recovering in the motionless stillness and in the great shadow of the cliffs. Something of this Serapion said to the little chorister, but the lad answered: "Nay, father, do you not see how the man that used to look out of his eyes has become a very little child—and of such is the kingdom of heaven?" ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of William Canton William Canton,  An Indian Cowrie

“ On tree-piled hovels smouldering in an Alpine lake.
Still westward! And the sun,
Burning o'er Jutland, has begun
To bleach the many-cycled firs!
A fresher life-sap through the forest stirs,
And tall and green the little oaks have grown
Round the Bronze Man at death-grips with the Man of Stone!
What year was it that blew
The Aryan's wicker-work canoe
Which brought the shell to English land?
What prehistoric man or woman's hand,
With what intent, consigned it to this grave—
This barrow set in sound of the Ancient World's last wave?
”
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of William Canton William Canton,  A Child's Book of Saints

“ Francis rested him under an oak, vast flights of birds came fluttering and blithely singing, and alighted on his shoulders and arms, and on his lap, and about his feet. "Not ill-pleased is our Lord, I think," said he, "that we have come to dwell on this mountain, seeing what glee our little brothers and sisters the Birds show at our coming."
Under a fair beech on the top of the rock the brethren built him a cell of branches, and he lived alone in prayer, apart from the others, for the foreknowledge of his death had overshadowed him.
”
Source: Gutenberg

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