E^mW M,Wi -AND THE — This production was not one of choice, but one of necessity, as there came in an umistakable form, such a sense of compulsion, and so strong was the impression, that to resist longer seemed almost impossible ; hence its appear- ance. The form was apparently left optional. Its presentation in this style, was, after much reflection, decided upon. Knowing the evanescence of a simple story told in prose, from the mystic folds of memory, and the rapidity with which it is read, or run over, and the slight impression made by that method of reaching the moral and intellectual faculties, the metrical or measured style was selected, as it requires more time for its digestion and assimilation by the reflective faculties. It has received no retouching or polishing, but is presented in its first form of evolution, and may therefore occasionally sound harsh to the refined and critical ear, but that defect may in a measure prove to be the means of caus- ing it to be more closely studied and analyzed, thereby inducing it to be more deeply graven on the tablets of the memory, to be recalled and reviewed by the reflective faculties of man's moral fabrication. Hoping for its good results, and with an assurance, that 9 J? This springs not out of a sin sick heart. Nor yet from a cloud of c^spair, ^ . ^ But only from bearing more than his part, II ■ Of the burden of others care, \ ,^ '^- Respectfully, J nr\ fy , p' V w IC^^m^^'W.M^ KK — AND THB- I knew that the dew drop could never know, That its moistening power would sustain the life Of some tiny plant, that would wither and die, Not able to stand with the sunshine's strife, But a poor brown thing on the earth would lie. It came in time all uncalled to be lost, In its transfer to life in some feeble leaf, That may struggle along and attain to a power. And may sooth with its shadow some mortal in grief, And beguile him to peace when life's clouds shall lower. The flo\%er knows not that its odors will bless. As they freely diffuse from its petals so fast. Filling the air with a bliss all its own. Which is only enjoyed while the breezes goes past. 'Tis only the bliss of the time we have known. It has life for itself and joy for the world, If any are there its delights to inhale, If not 'tis the same, its work must be done. Though its odors are lost on each passing gale, Enough that its mission has fairly been run. Unconscious of all its warmth and great strength, It held in its store for all it has found. To take its warm gift in life and in health, 'Tis greated by all in its wide circle round, The sunlight pure with its large store of wealth. V, Giving gay and rich color so rudy and free, Coming again and again, forever each day, As onw^ard w^e whirl now to greet and to lose, In vain we may wish its departure to stay. We only like manna, can save what we use. The hot fevered brow most gladly will greet, The soft cooling breeze that gives some relief, That gently comes flitting its mission to fill, Or to tighten some sail of a ship load of grief. That was bowed down with bodings, and only of ill. Inanimate air has no thanks to expect, Devoid of the longings we mortals possess. Which must live in the soul on gratitude given. That will bring such a charm the feelings to bless, Next equal to what we may wish for in heaven. Thus pondered I sad at the death of a day, That had passed in devotion to mortals distressed. No dew drop to moisten my poor famished heart, The fragrance of flowers my soul had not blessed. No sunlight or breeze had helped bear my part. But had striven to save from the demon disease. Those it in vain had sought out to rend, A skill and a science was brought to their aid, A hope and a courage to weak ones would lend, And often a final departure had stayed. With the thought of ingratitude oftentimes given. And yearning for thanks for efforts so free, A cloud of despair came brooding around. I could not well banish, and could not well flee, Alas ! such oppression I never had found. Then came those repinings so strangely unknown, In years of fidelity so faithfully spent, In toiling for others to win for them health, In which to them much of my own I had lent. Unmindful of fame, and heedless of wealth. My room became illumed with glorious light, From whence or where I could not know or tell, So soft, so pure, and soothing to each wandering thought, Like those strange visions that in dreams have fell. Or wierd like fancy from some mission brought. I sat confused and wondering at the change, Yet not in fear for I could fear no ill, When came a voice so soft and low, My every sense awoke as with a will, To hear and see and all of this to know. "The yearning of thy anxious heart is known, And all thy toiling for thy race's good, Is treasured up, and hftld reserved for thee, And thou hast done what any mortals should, That would from earthly dross be ever free. As some reward for thy continuous toil, I am commissioned thee to take and show As near the realm of that eternal bliss, As would be safe for thee to ever know, And work on in a world like this. For thou shalt know thy toil is not in vain, Although thou was repining at thy lot, For thankless tasks so oft and freely done, It has not all been lost, or all forgot, But something has for thee by it been won. The slightest act if kindly done or given. Is never lost upon the wave of time, But onward moves to influence more or less. Perchance to rise and be an aid sublime. Or in some one to culminate and bless. And thou hast many a wave so started on That may o'erwhelm so much of ill intent, That but for thee, would have sprung up and been Spread broadly round, and much of sorrow sent, To add affliction to poor fallen men. This thou hast done, thy work shall ever live, And may thy good the ill of many blight. Till mortals cease to be, or are no more. Transferred to being of eternal light, Clad in bright garments on another shore. Come, and my buoyant power shall to thee give The means to rise above this troubled earth, Where thou shall learn still more than I could tell. While resting here where sin itself has birth, Or could be known to those who here may dwell. I am to bear thee from this world away, Knowing the good that thou bast freely done, Where mortal spirits to the angels rise, And show thee what their living faith has won; 'Tis very far above your earthly skies. The toil of life with thee is not yet o'er, So thou shall be returned in safety here. To serve out still thy 'lotted space with man. Hence with me thou will have no cause of fear. But will thy coming acts more closely scan." Then came a pause, I felt that passive thrill The dying may be the thought to feel and know. When quite content they greet the hour of rest, Ready and waiting from this world to go. Willing, and conscious 'tis for them the best. I raised my lids, which had been drooping low. And saw before a being bright and fair. More lovely than this earth had e'er possessed. Or e'er had fallen to a mortal's share. To see which, one would be supremely blest. A brilliant aura of most glorious light Was shed profusely, and from every part, Giving a grand and yet most pleasing glow. Like pure emotion that may fill the heart, That some may feel yet many never know. Magestic wings o'erspread that lovely form. That quivered constant in our baser air, As if impatient to be on the way, Or fearful of the burden they must bear To that bright region of eternal day. I raised my arms and bowed submissive low When round and o'er a soothing fragrance fell. Precursor to support that then was given. And I can never know, or dare to tell, What means were used or how our air was riven. A conscious sense of rushing air was felt As onward went we in our upward flight, Beyond the realms of all I ever knew, Our pathway brilliant with angelic light, And lighter still my bearer's burden grew. What time or space was passed not mine to know, And little good 'twould do poor mortals here, For there is quite too much for us to learn If we would win that place however dear, And it is in our power to gain or earn. There dawned a grand and ever glorious light, More brilliant than we know at birth of day, While through my form a shudder seemed to go, At the first touching of its holy ray, Fearing so much of heaven to dare to know. A calm assurance then my guardian gave "'lliat yon bright realm was still in store for all, That of creation's earth was but a part That had been lost by some misguiiled lall, But could be saved by mercies pleading art. That none could not in heaven an entrance gain Until the dross of earth had passed away, Or that permission had been sought or won, Through some appointed or accepted way, And the allotted time was passed and done. But near the region of that blissful realm 'Tis mine to bear thee, and to freely show The resurected mortals that will greet, To recognise, and joyously to know, T'le souls that waiting lay at mercies feet. Then clad as angels with triumphant joy, Enter the realm where change can come no more, Where time and space arc never marked or luld As it IS mapped and pointed on your shore. And in the orbs that round so long have rolled. Comes now slili brighter and more holy ligiit. And music shall ihy senses deep enthrall. But ihou shall be sustained in this, and more, For this will be lo ihee a sacred call To help save mortal on iliy tunc told shore." The dazling form of angels bright were seen Grouping «• on some mercies' missioned flight. While music ravishing with wave like roll Im]>risoned every sense with sweet delight. Yet like the power of love witli soft conlro'. e*i And I was rested on a pearly floor That seemed like air compressed my weight to bear, While angel forms, all quivering, shrank with fear, Perchance to think a mortal form would dare Hard by the throne of heaven, to venture near. My guardian seemed to all assurance give, And fear forsook the ever guarding corps. And we permitted then to pass along, My eyes could bear the light, and even more My sense sustain the music of a worship song. I saw a cloud that seemed to ever end Where met a troop of angels from above. Bearing along as on they seemed to flow, Most brilliant gems, while chanting songs of love. And from there other forms would seem to go. The modest youth may loose the power of speech When first the witching thrill of love is felt, And passive sit o'erwhelmed in wond'rous bliss By her who has the mystic portion delt, ^ Yet with his eyes no word or act will miss. So wonder palsied was my tongue till now When calm assurance seemed to make it free, And bid me ask, for I was fain to know, For all was strange and quite unknown to me. What meant that cloud thus rising from below. My guardian spirit bid me "come and learn What mercies pleading power from God had won. Though great the sacrifice for it must be In giving to the world an earth born Son, That from the curse of sin they might be free. And easier access to yon realm be given, To all who wished its endless bliss to share, For many had perversely seemed to shun What could be had by faithful work and prayer, Nor caring if a lasting life was won. They had the teachings of the prophets long, That mercy sent them in the ages past, And daily saw their brief existence end And fully knew a life could never last, And yet no thought into the future send. 'Twas their's to win, and theirs to ask and gain E'er yet the ebbing time of life was o'er, For Godhead world with mortals freely share In His eternal never ending shore, All who may choose to yet assemble there. That cloud thus seen now rising from below, Coming like incense from a planet lost, Is resurrection of the mortal part That through the trials of your earth have passed, And shunned temptation's ever ready art. Each mortal has within a spirit's power, To guide it through the labyrinth of life, A conscious instinct of a better sphere. Which noble aid may give in every strife, And may perhaps restore it safely here. But that mysterious change by death must come E're yet the spirit will have power to leave, Its field of conflict of unequal strife, Where intellect and sense conspire to grieve And oft supremacy may hold through life. Then mercies plea restores the spirit back To wait the few brief years of time's delay, And short a respite for its exile hold And while its charge shall see a slow decay To rise like dust from out its mother mould. That cloud was dust of mortal beings once, Which watchful guardian spirits did restore, Though intellect and passions both have striven While in probation on your earthly shore, To keep the soul and body both from heaven. Restored at last, and made in form again And better fitted for a belter sphere. Then comes the spirits that triumphant won, To repossess the form made doubly dear And thus the resurection has been done. Those brilliant gems the guardian angels bear From realms beyond to where new forms have birth. Now heard rejoicing in a welcome song, VMere spirits that have served their time on earth jFAnd patient laid at mercies' feet so long. Now gladly welcome and possess again The angel forms to them now fondly dear, Where they can reign sapreme^ and will forever^ Without a thought or e'en a rising fear That time or change, they from their charge may sever. I could not well refrain from' asking th-en Perchance my own condition then to learn, If it were niine at last so blest to go. Sometimes the human heart so deep will yeara More of the future still to learn and kncjw. If all earth''s mortals thus will glad ascend^ If all would be restored to heaven againY The glorious face then lost its brilliant light,. The wings o''erspread as if to hide with shame, Like setting sun that brings the coming night. Then deep regret arose that I should throw Or cause a cloud of grief so sad to spring, Cer one who had me in his precious care. And where alone but bliss had power to wing Save through the pleading of a mortal's prayer. But rising slowly while a paler light From his fair features seemed to come and go, Then with new strength as if just given, "No mortal, no, for this thou too shall know Not all of earth arise in peace to heaven. Some spirits fail their precious care to guard To give monitions of the right and wrong But let base passions rise and gain control , And riot run until they get so strong They scorn the heedings of the spirit soul. Some too may revel in their mental play, With intellectual joys be quite content, And with their wisdom grow unwitting wild, Denying it to them was kindly lent To aid the teachings of the spirit mild. As in the harvest in your fields below, The good and bad together there may stand, The sunshine, rain, and earth for good and ill But when is spread abroad the reaper's hand, None of the evils goes his sheaves to fill. And thus when spirits rise and dust ascend Some will be left but by their choice alone, 'Twas theirs to choose and theirs to count the cost, They lived for earth, and died to heaven unknown, Some wills it thus to be forever lost. Each shore, each zone and forth from every clime, Now comes the tribute of your fallen race, That have the tempter's trials stood so well And now found worthy of a better place, Where they forever henceforth more may dwell." Presumptous still, I fain again would ask Where goes those spirits that have lost their home, By their own failure or by man's strong will, Are they permitted still at large to roam Or have they yet a duty to fulfill ? "Those are the evils that you most must fear, For since is lost to them all hope of heaven Their strife is but to alienate the good With all the power to them first given ; They still and have done all the ill they could. They seek to find some vain deluded one And strive the guardian spirit's power to blight, Or message from some loved one claim to bear Involving all in their eternal night, That others too their mournful lot may share. 'Till time shall cease, they range your earth at will Hurling defiance at the throne above, Assailing mortals frail where ere they can, Reaching him often even through his love, But preying always on poor erring man. Here, recreation of the just is made, And from here new Immortals now will spring To be reclad in living robes of light, Then through those blest abode to ever wing Where comes unsullied only pure delight. Gomod to guide the rising dust aright. Here by the choice and will of God appears For service long and ever faithful given While on your earth for many, many years, In struggling earnest for the prize of Heaven. Faithful he stood beside the prophets old Those first kind messages of heaven's love. And let each tie of earth and all depart. Striving and ever hardened man to move And their acceptance of the better part. So learn pre-eminence can here be won By finite beings when their race is o'er, This should be known to lighten worldly grief And help the weak ones to endure yet more, Until death comes with its much wished relief.' Beneath the hand of God's directing aid New forms would spring, and angel shapes arise, With fair and glorious wings outspreading wide, And each with soft entrancing love lit eyes Surpassing those of fancy's loveliest bride. Their wings and head seemed clad in silk of gold That backward threw the white rob^ angel's light, A scene that mortal eyes had ne'er beheld So grand, so glorious, and so dazzling bright, Entranced emotions through me strangely welled. A^ Yet still I heard, and felt, and strangely kept, Deep in the tablets of my living brain. Some of the songs by angel cohorts sung. Which I still fondly hope to hear again, Thus as. it at the recreation rung. SONG. "Welcome mortals lost and won Welcome now life cares are o'er, Welcome through Jehovah's Son, Welcome to our happy shore, And with us to ever wing Where we can God's praises sing. Forevermore, forevermore. Where we can God's praises sing. Forever, evermore. 13 Welcome spirit to thy own, Welcome to the forms now given, Welcome from thy earthly home, Welcome to thy place in heaven. Where but bliss alone will meet thee, Where bright atigels glad will greet thee. FoTevermore, forevermore, Where bright angels glad will greet thee, Forever, evermore. Welcome mortal part now riscn^ Welcome to new angels fair, Welcome from their earthly prison, Welcome from a world of care, Thou hast won the robes of light. Now enjoy our heaven bright, Forevermore, forevermore, Now enjoy our heaven bright Forevei, evermore. The new formed beings under angel guides, Were grouped together and were marched along, To where still richer music seemed to swell In sweetest cadence of angtdic song. For thus their happiness they dared to tell. A deeper thrill my frame was made to feel, To see some hand clasp fond and loving given. To know that e'en so near Jehovah's throne. Those who desire and gain that blessed heaven. Shall recognize and meet those they have known. My angel guide then bacf^me come and see From whence arose those strains of rich delight. Where finite angels shall be richly ble?t. Where will be given them the robes of light 'Ere they can enttr to eternal rest. We gained the place but quick a sudden thrill Seemed to have palsied all with rising fear, Except their wings which with a tremor shook, That e'en a mortal thus should venture near And on their work presume or dare to look. 14 My guide to all renewed assurance gave. Strange though it was^ yei it was God's decree, A mortal should be brought from earth below And living robes of lasting light should see, And thus more of his goodness learn and know. Then from the many, many thousands there, Seemed to swell up a richer grander song, Which thrilled my eveiy sense, and from that hour Still its grand cadence seems to float along. Sent by an unseen yet eternal power. As rapid beats the heart with earthly bliss Of real and' even fancied finite joy, Coming in dreams to give a witching thrill. In famCy or wealth, that must eventuoua cloy^ And fail the longing of the mind to filL Not thus the memory of the past comes back To glorious light, then leave a cloud in view Which rising up may shadows on us throw. But like a sun ray all life's passage through, Comes up what I of heaven was bid to know. Those words 'mS sung still in me seem to live, , And from the spirit comes an echo back, When frail mortality perchance would fail Or in life's race it might in courage lack, Then comes that music on some passing gale, SONG. Far away from thy home and away from thy shore, We welcome thee mortal, for never before In a myriad of years since mm our heaven began, Have angels beheld here the mould of a man. Fain would we round thee our loving arms twine, To keep thee forever from thy sin-clad clime. Thy shore is illumined by a glorious sun ; And flowers shall blossom till its time is run, And hope in the heart of each being shall spring, While the spirit on guard to its form shall cling. Yet fain would we round thee our loving arms throw, To guard and protect thee from the dangers below. 15 All the joys of a life, if devoted to bliss, On your earth could not equal a day spent in this; In the home of the blest, this heaven above, Where our duty alone is to worship and love. Then fain would we round thee our loving arms clasp, To keep theforver or win thee at last. Yet returned thou must be to thy sin-bearing soil, Awhile for thj' race to yet earnestly toil, And tell them of this the glad home of the blest, Where all if they choose can at least And a rest. So round thee we dare not our angel arms throw. To keep thee from duty for thee yet below. There, with a horizon round me of fac«s, So richly mosaic'd with beauty and gold, With odors prevailing so fragrant and rare, Filling the senses with all they would hold, Who more of this earth could wish or could care ? Enveloped in love, surrounded with bliss, O'erwhelmed with emotions none could portray, Gladly hav e yielded then there my last breath Could I remain there, and evermore stay, Thus missing the change we mortals call death. A mission remained for me yet to fulfill , Mine was the duty to learn and comply, Bearing this message of love and delight Dif!'used through me deep by angels on high, While sated with bliss so lasting and bright. Near was a circle where angels were massed In numbers so great no mortal could tell. From which seemed to rise as if in contest, Sweet fragrance, and light, and music's soft swell, "Which rose liUe a cloud high over the blesiT With newly formed beings just ri.sen fr m earth. Into the circle we passed to behold, Where the robes of light with their dazzling gleam, Were made from the gems and the purest gold, Surpassing the wildest of fancy's dream. i6 On looms of wondrous and n>ystical form, Garments were fabrick'd an angel must wear, "When through the pearly gates entrance above They pass, to evermore lasting shores In heaven the bliss of eternity's love. There at the looms of a red golden hue, Bidding the shuttle to come and go, And furnish the gem^ as it passed along To be thickly groiiped in each sparkling row. And be strangely knit to the gold warp strong, Sat beautiful weavers with love-lit eyes, With their glorious wings on their bacl^s far thrown While moulding their robes of love with care, Illum'edby a star from their brnw that shone Much brighter than those we at night may share. Like descent of dew at the twilight hour, Came a fall of down from a cloud of light Just as brigl't and fair as the foam of snow, Which would group itself in the form aright To be firmly wed by the shuttle's throw. My guide to my side then blessed Letah drew, That a mortal rp.ore from her lips might know, Of the angel's bliss and the joys above. To kindle anew when he went beb'w A still brighter hijpe for its lasting love. Place in a whirlwind capaciously large All the bright sunshine to earth ever lent, Cast in the flowers so fragrant and rare. Beautiful gifts that the angels have sent To gladden oiu" life and lighten our care. Then into the circle more to enrich Throw all the music delightful and sweet That ever has been, or ever could be, Rich and pure odors we gladly now greet. Collect and enclose now fall so free. Then into the mass to make it well mould Scatter the dew drops our mornings will show. Those tears of kind angels falling at night So brilliant and pure that sparkle and glow. That us to a brighter world daily invite, n Then bid it revolve and let it 2;ive birth From out of the elements held in its fold., To a being of bliss, u form of delight, While angels awiit in numbers untold Bearing its spirit surpassingly bright. Thus must the forjii of bright Letah liavc sprung From all that was pure our earth could supply, If ever our world wa^ ghuldened and blessed, All nature conspired to get up the die To mould in ink furm iiU blessings possessed. <»^^ Jiever was mortal made ever so fair, And never delight so blended with love, Shrined m a halo of beauty and bliss Whose-aura alone a stoic would move. 'Tis .well we have not such angels in this. If Letah was here, we would cease to know That heaven was bi-ighter and better than all. Contented and patient, bearing our lot,