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Title: A child's book of warriors
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Canton, William, 1845-1926
Subjects: Legends
Publisher: London : J.M Dent & sons, ld New York, E.P. Dutton & co. London, J.M. Dent
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ere one momentor a hundred years he could not tell. Then he becameaware that there was One who stood beside him. Two-and-twenty years had passed away. It wassummer in the Bithynian hills. The chestnut woodswere in the flush of June. Sails of many coloursflitted upon the breezy waters. High over all, thesnowy summits of Olympus floated like a dream.In Nicaea, at the head of the lake, the white storkslooked down from the marble tops of the basilicaupon such stir and excitement as had never yet beenseen in its colonnaded streets. It was the year ofthat holy synod in which East and West met for thefirst time to restore the peace of Christendom. The voice of Constantine had echoed through theworld: Give me back my tranquil days and mynights free from care, 0 you ministers of the MostHigh God, who are destroying the one fold with yourneedless wrangling over mysteries beyond the subtletyof man. But still the wild songs of Arius drove thepeople to madness; artisans, tradesmen, sailors took 28
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