Excerpt from The Story of Azron Crowning the crescent of a shadowy hill, Rose a fair dome, with countless minarets - Mosque, synagogue, cathedral - matters not; But some rich building given to r'everent thought, Where man outpours more than he asks for; where Joy comes for shelter from its too much sun; Where Agony comes, not to pray, but fain To crush its prayer, to lose all thought of self, Even need of help; where Feeling conquers. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.