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Judas 
 Redeemed 
 
 A DRAMA 
 
 REVEALED 
 
 By Authority 
 
 By MOORE MURDOCK 
 
 Published by 
 
 Yogi Publication Society 
 
 Masonic Temple, Chicago, 111. 
 
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 Copyright 1922 by 
 
 MOORE MURDOCK 
 
 Dramatic, Music and Motion 
 
 Picture Rights Reserved. 
 
 JUL 22 1^22 
 
 ©CI.A677608 
 
A GIFT 
 TO THREE WOMEN 
 
 To Her — My Daughter 
 
 Whose Faith undaunted measured Truth and sent me 
 fearless, on a Sacred Quest 
 
 To Her— My Sister— 
 Who replenished my watchfires at The Shrine of Hope 
 
 And to Her — My Mother — 
 
 Who led my Spirit to the Heights, from where I glimpsed 
 the Splendor of the Shining Way! 
 
 Reverently Dedicated 
 
 The Author. 
 
JUDAS REDEEMED 
 
 A Drama 
 By Moore Murdock 
 
 From the 
 
 Verge of 
 
 Earth 
 
 Alvah 
 
 (Son of 
 
 Iniquity) 
 
 Hails Judas 
 
 (The Betrayer) 
 
 Crouched 
 
 In Hell 
 
 I. 
 
 Judas, arise, come forth, I cried, 
 
 from out your loathsome Pit, 
 Where HelFs abhorrent Monsters writhe 
 
 and putrid Horrors flit! 
 Come forth and save your Soul alive, 
 
 O Fear-enfettered Slave — 
 And Judas answered brokenly, 
 
 "I have no Soul to save!" 
 
 Alarmed by 
 the Utter 
 Renunciation 
 of the One 
 in Hell, Alvah 
 Appeals to 
 Judas, In 
 Behalf of 
 the Whole 
 Bace of 
 Mortal Men 
 
 II. 
 
 Come forth, recant your craven vow, 
 
 abjure the Temper's spell, 
 Blind men seek knowledge of a Truth, 
 
 that you alone can tell ! 
 The first fruit of His toil, you know 
 
 the One Eternal, by His grace — 
 "I am bereft of God," he said, 
 
 "I am in my own place !" 
 
III. 
 
 CreatiOH 
 
 The 
 
 Sensuous 
 
 Languor 
 
 of the 
 
 Energized 
 
 Dust 
 
 Hark back to Life's primordial dawn, 
 
 the supermundane birth, 
 When Souls within the Vast illapsed, 
 
 upon the Virgin Earth. 
 You groped in blind mortality, 
 
 through that illusive Dream, 
 Whilst I held fast, the Cause profoimd, 
 
 of God's Creative Theme! 
 
 IV. 
 
 The 
 
 "I Trust." 
 
 of the 
 
 Second 
 
 Awakening 
 
 The aeons from enchoate mist, 
 
 unrolled Life's broader plan! 
 You sprawled a ponderous, uncouth Thing, 
 
 I stalked a primal Man ! 
 I thrust you from my path with blows, 
 
 and trampled you in scorn, 
 And ravening Murder, loosed on Earth, 
 
 to scourge the host unborn ! 
 
 V. 
 
 The 
 
 "I Fear" 
 
 of the 
 
 First 
 
 Migration 
 
 Portentious deed, that baleful wrought, 
 
 the wrench and parting of the ways! 
 At war, set vengeful beasts and men, 
 
 throughout the Cosmic Days ! 
 In Oneness, absolute, 'till then, 
 
 zoned men and beasts and fowls of air, 
 Incarnate Souls, that upward reached. 
 
 His wondrous works to share ! 
 
VI. 
 
 The Garden 
 of the Lord, 
 Man's First 
 Reincarnation 
 
 The Retarded 
 Egoes of the 
 Migration 
 
 The 
 
 Highest 
 Intelligence 
 
 The. 
 "Soul 
 Adoring" 
 of the 
 Day of 
 Days! 
 
 Paradise 
 
 the 
 
 Perfect 
 
 Spiritual 
 
 Statue 
 
 From Sleep, the aeons roamed the Spheres, 
 
 to greet a new, resplendent Day ! 
 Brute-Man, you led your bellowing pack, 
 
 and o'er the fens held sway ! 
 In hideous gambols, lunged and tore, 
 
 and gorged on things unclean. 
 Or claw and fang your combats waged, 
 
 atrociously obscene! 
 
 VII. 
 
 And I came lustrous as the Morn, 
 aglow on Accad's vernal plain, 
 Unto that Mirage of His Heaven, 
 
 that Earth will ne'er reflect again 1 
 Where Man in joyous pulchritude, 
 
 pulsed His incarnate Elohim, 
 I entered in, that bliss to mar, 
 
 and blight Has Mortal Paradigm ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O vanished Garden of the Lord, 
 
 where fountained, flowed the Euphrates, 
 And Accad's fields perennial flowered, 
 
 and nectared sweetness decked the 
 trees! 
 And ordered tasks, glad Souls pursued, 
 
 nor wearied through the Sun-bright day, 
 For Labor wore the yoke of Love, 
 
 and Toil was jubilance at play! 
 
IX. 
 
 Moon, 
 There was 
 Wone. 'til 
 Baal, by 
 His Own 
 Fires 
 
 Consumed, 
 Roamed 
 the Pale 
 Spectre 
 of the 
 Nleht 
 
 Ingratitude 
 the Origin of 
 Mortal Sin 
 
 Than Baal's in Accad, burned no fires,* 
 
 nor shone than his, no quickening 
 light ! 
 I subtle plained that light and fire, 
 
 extinguished by his hurried flight! 
 And men to fortressed walls must flee, 
 
 ensieged, while Baal withheld the day, 
 By your dread Brute-Men, from the fens — 
 
 from lairs, the beasts of prey ! 
 
 X. 
 
 'Till men abhorred the joys of day, 
 
 that withered in a sunless blight, 
 And here held as dross, that bliss profaned, 
 
 by those foul terrors of the night! 
 To my blasphemous counsel turned: 
 
 the Vast, its conquest to aspire, 
 Bridge the White Chasms to the god — 
 
 and bear to Earth, his rifled fire! 
 
 =^THAN BAAL'S, IN ACCAD, BURNED NO FIRE! 
 
 It to be remembered, in that Day, still shone the great 
 Orb of Fire — the old, old Sun of Creation! There was no 
 Moon, to shine by Night, and not until Creation's Sun 
 burned out and slowly chilled to its core, hung a lifeless 
 mass in the Cosmos, did the Night have a Moon, as the 
 Day Yiad a Sun! 
 
 And when the pale spectre hung eternal in the Heavens — 
 a great planet rolled out of the Vast — smaller and less liuni- 
 nant than the Master Orb it succeeded, and by Divine com- 
 mand, the Day and Night of the Earth were reversed! For 
 the New Sun rolled over the Eastern horizon, as the declin- 
 ing, and extinguished Baal passed into the lambent glory 
 of the multitudinous Stars! From thenceforth to be Queen 
 of the New Night, and flood with tender radiance her foster- 
 child, the Earth! And evermore, except at short intervals — 
 to mitigate the gross terrors that had prevailed In her revo- 
 lutions — since Murder — "At war, set vengeful beasts and men, 
 throughout the Cosmic Days!" 
 
The 
 
 Divine 
 
 Blessing 
 
 of 
 
 Innocent Joys 
 
 Disdained 
 
 XI. 
 
 No more, they hymned the Matin Song, 
 
 that hailed the advent of the Sun, 
 But Accad's hapless race deplored, 
 
 when his imperious course was run ! 
 No more the Feast of Fruits was spread, 
 
 in the refulgence of his brands, 
 Nor wove the votive dance, when Baal, 
 
 mid-throned in glory, blessed the 
 Lands ! 
 
 Alvah the 
 
 Master 
 
 Builder 
 
 XII. 
 
 With sun-dried bricks, and slime I wrought, 
 
 and Master-Builder of the Race, 
 I piled the fair abodes of men, 
 
 in wondrous strength and grace! 
 My stately colonnades, and Fanes, 
 
 limned on the tide, their spectres dim. 
 And regal Cities I enwalled, 
 
 beside the River's lapping brim! 
 
 Love's 
 Joyous 
 Labor 
 
 The 
 
 Tower of 
 Babel, and 
 the End 
 of the 
 Garden 
 of the 
 Lord 
 
 XIII. 
 
 For Asshur, 'stablished Nineveh, 
 
 for Nimroud, builded Babylon! 
 And that accursed Tower, upreared, 
 
 my vaimting causway to the Sun! 
 Whereon, I dared the livid fires, 
 
 from Baal's consuming craters hurled, 
 That tombed me 'neath the molten stones, 
 
 of my dismantled World! 
 
XIV. 
 
 The Great 
 Dispersion 
 to the 
 Possession 
 of the 
 Earth! 
 
 The 
 
 Covenant 
 with Ahram 
 the Chaldean 
 
 Judas 
 
 Keincamates 
 a Chaldean 
 Slave 
 
 Alvah 
 
 Returns Tidal 
 of Canaan, 
 King of 
 Nations 
 
 And far within the splendored East, 
 
 and deep into the burnished West, 
 By tribes, the stricken Accad's passed, 
 
 on Fate's inexorable quest! 
 And Accad's sundered ties forsworn, 
 
 vanquards of Nations, yet to be, 
 Belted the Earth from pole to pole — 
 
 stern Lords of Human Destiny I''' 
 
 XV. 
 
 Again, we journeyed to the Light, 
 
 from Sleep's enchanting bourne, 
 By Earth's insistent call aroused, 
 
 to eagerly return ! 
 You, bondsman, born in Abram's House, 
 
 chief of his underlings, 
 And Canaan's potent sovereign I — 
 
 the Arbiter of Kings! 
 
 *Withln The Garden of the Lord, "The Soul Adoring," of 
 The Day of Day's, rejoiced vpith the perfect trust of a gentle 
 acceptance of the beniflcence of Deity, until that joy was 
 turned to affliction, through the baleful propulse of Alvah! 
 That terrific Being, the highest intelligence of living men, 
 and predominant in authority — led men first to question the 
 wisdom of God, and then to defy ffis law! 
 
 When the consunming fires of Baal, by command swept 
 down, and over The Garden of the Lord — ^the disintegrated 
 Bace, was driven out, and afar from the Holy of holies, it 
 had defamed! 
 
 Out, and beyond uncharted Seas, and unnamed Shores, 
 to conquer, and subvert the Wilderness, the stricken Accads 
 passed, in separate bands and tribes. Guided by unerring 
 intuition to ordained destinations, they marched, and paused 
 for aye — or commanded, wandered further on the Road tc 
 Empire — ^until they apportioned and possessed the Earth! 
 
 And as Time piled up the cycles, and generation followed 
 generation, the story of The Garden of Th« Lords and The 
 Great Dispersion, was toid no more! And of their origin, 
 unwitting and knowing naught of the God of the Accads, 
 they bowed before the idols their sj)uls created — ^neither God, 
 or Devil fearing — "Stem Lords of Human Destiny"! 
 
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XVI 
 
 Eight kings to Canaan bent the knee, 
 
 and vassal homage swore. 
 Rich Sodom^s, and Gomorrah's lords, 
 
 proud Shinar, jealous Zoar — 
 Zeboiim, bold and treacherous, 
 
 brave Elam, rash and vain, 
 Admar, the Spy, and Elassar — 
 
 the jackalls of the Plain! 
 
 XVII. 
 From Ur, you led the Chaldean's herds,* 
 
 to Canaan's Promised Land, - 
 And from the hill-tops of Judea, 
 
 beyond the Jordan's strand, 
 Beheld the length and breadth thereof, 
 
 where Israel's favored race, 
 Sojourned, and ruled two thousand years — 
 
 passed out, and left no trace ! 
 
 THE COVENANT 
 
 *The blind "I SERVE," of the Chaldeans, sacrificing to 
 the ONE GOD — What? Never asking! Where? Their sooth- 
 sayers made no assignment: held fast unto that day. 
 
 But also, out of tradition that held fast among the Chal- 
 deans alone, they KNEW, that Shekinah, the Splendor 
 of God. stood between the Cherubim, and kept watch at the 
 Bast Gate of The Garden of the Lord! 
 
 And from the East Gate in the Great Dispersion, had 
 been driven their forefathers, seventy times seventy thousand 
 years before the later Emigration of the Tribes to seek their 
 first Inheritance! ^ 
 
 Albeit, the Tribes sought diligently, they found it not — 
 for The Garden of the Lord, as their Wise Ones discovered 
 (after much tribulation), had been carried afar by the 
 Shekinah. and the Cherubim, and the Chaldeans would 
 know that Place — only, when the Spirit roamed from Earth 
 forever ! 
 
 But to reward his Constant Soul, GOD made a Covenant 
 with Abram, and sent him, and his household, to possess 
 a Promised Land: wherein there was a Garden, and in the 
 center of that Garden, twenty generations removed. Abram' s 
 sons would build a City, about a Temple — that would en- 
 shrine the Shekinah. and the Cherubim — as long aa the 
 Children of Israel kept the Covenant with their God! 
 
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XVIII. 
 
 The 
 
 Overthrow 
 of the 
 Kingdoms 
 of the 
 Jordan 
 
 And Abram's prestige fixed, you Slept — 
 
 I held the kings in pawn, 
 I knew each secret hope and hate, 
 
 and drove the victims on! 
 Bartered their toppling thrones for pelf, 
 
 the murderous hosts arrayed — 
 Unhinged the red Sluice-gates of War, 
 
 and God, and man betrayed! 
 
 The Day 
 of the 
 
 Messenger 
 
 Judas, 
 
 in His Last 
 
 Reincarnation, 
 
 the Devoted 
 
 Servant of 
 
 Zebedee 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Another Day, broke in the East, 
 
 our destined roads we trod ! 
 You, served your master Zebedee, 
 
 tireless, and simplest clod. 
 That ever trawled a fisher's net, 
 
 in white-capped Galilee, 
 Or toiled in shameless nakedness, 
 
 upon that azure Sea ! 
 
 Alvah, 
 Bebom to 
 High Estate, 
 Rules 
 Palestine 
 as the 
 Favorite of 
 Imperial 
 Caesar 
 
 XX. 
 
 But I was great in Palestine, 
 
 imperial Caesar's man! 
 My rolls appraised each field and herd, 
 
 each merchant's caravan: 
 My Clerks of Customs sat in wait, 
 
 beneath the Temple's dome, 
 And ravaged tribute from the Jews, 
 
 to bribe decadent Rome! 
 
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XXI. 
 
 Buled and 
 Bobbed 
 His People 
 Israel, as 
 Caesars Man 
 Supreme 
 
 My minions ruled the Market Place, 
 
 at my price bought, and sold. 
 O I waxed fat in Palestine, 
 
 in lands, and slaves, and gold ! 
 Clutched in my greed, the widow's mite, 
 
 plundered the rich man's store, 
 And all that aped at place, or power, 
 
 brought treasure to my door! 
 
 But- 
 Mightier Than 
 Caesar's Man, 
 Buled Mary 
 of Magdala, 
 Over the 
 Seajrts and 
 Fortunes of 
 All Men 
 in Palestine 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Magdala's harlot queen I loved! 
 
 her smile, alluring, rare. 
 Held all men fettered in its charm, 
 
 and lashed me to despair ! 
 Until I won her, with the gifts, 
 
 a Sultan might bestow, 
 To come, and dwell with me apart, 
 
 within my Seraglio! 
 
 The 
 
 Messenger 
 Who Taught 
 "Love God, 
 in Spirit 
 and In 
 Truth!" 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 'Twas then He went about His work, 
 
 among the poor of Earth, 
 And you, made manifest to Him, 
 
 became of vital worth! 
 You heard His call, and from that hour, 
 
 'till Time shall cease to be, 
 He is the hostage of your Soul, 
 
 unto Eternity! 
 
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The 
 
 Understandlns 
 of a 
 Tender 
 Pity 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Beneath my balcony He paused, 
 
 where one, crouched sore afraid! 
 We heard Him shame the leacherous Jews, 
 
 imtil they fled, dismayed ! 
 Then lift the trembling wanton up, 
 
 and to her gently say — 
 "Rise, sin no more, but follow me," 
 
 and pass upon His way! 
 
 That Hour 
 Redeemed, 
 and Exalted 
 to the 
 Service 
 of Her 
 Lord 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Transfigured, rose the Magdalene, 
 
 my jewels laid aside, 
 Slipped off my gauds and broideries, 
 
 and with a chastened pride. 
 Assumed the garments of her slave, 
 
 and followed in His train! 
 My ribald mockery, as naught, 
 
 my pleading love, as vain ! 
 
 The 
 
 Tempter's 
 
 Spell 
 
 XXVI 
 
 By stealth, I mingled with the throngs, 
 
 that gathered as He led. 
 And watched you, when Magdala poured, 
 
 the spikenard on His head ! 
 I weighed your mean, avidious mood, 
 
 and there at Bethany, 
 You heard my horrid whisp)er, 
 
 of the Silver, and the Tree! 
 
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XXVII. 
 
 Wie Poor 
 were Despised 
 and in 
 Old Age 
 Anathema, 
 in Judea 
 
 Then 
 Judaa 
 
 Knew the 
 liOrd 
 
 The 
 Atonement 
 
 Prone in the dust at Bethany, 
 
 you battled with your greed — 
 'Though you were chosen for His Hour, 
 
 born for that one black deed ! 
 But when you held the Tempter's price, 
 
 and kissed Him, to betray. 
 You flung the blood-dyed monies back, 
 
 and cast your life away! 
 
 Alyah Fiend 
 
 Implacable, 
 
 Crucifies 
 
 Ood'a 
 
 Messenger 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 And I, expounder of the law, 
 
 the Tetrarch's Advocate, 
 Bade Caiaphas rouse the frenzied mob, 
 
 to murder-lust, and hate! 
 I laid the great beam on His back, 
 
 and heinous crime, to dare — 
 Ruthless, I nailed Him on the Tree, 
 
 and jeered His dying prayer! 
 
 THE MESSENGER 
 "Love God with all thy heart and Soul, worship Him in 
 Spirit and Truth." It was thus the Messenger spoke when 
 for a season He dwelt among them, and in His gentle pity 
 Importuned all men to accept Salvation! 
 
 And of that Day ALVAH knew himself to be the guiltiest 
 wretch of an abominable generation! 
 
 As the scenes of that imperishable Drama moved across 
 the Zone of vision — ^Judas crumpled in abject conviction — 
 gazed in agony of adoration and sublime renunciation, on 
 the countenance of his beloved Lord! 
 
 But as the Drama advanced, and the blasphemous ven- 
 geance of Alvah was depicted against the gentle Messenger 
 — suflering, enduring, forgiving with His expiring sigh — 
 Alvah groveled upon the earth, and covered his head with 
 dust, ashamed to look upon his heinous crime I Shame 
 and degradation for himself — but the pity and sorrow that 
 flooded his Soul, were for Judas, submissive In Hell — and 
 the first PBAYEB of his incarnate Soul, was that Judas 
 would come forth. AND SAVE HIS SOUL ALIVE I 
 
 15 
 
The 
 
 Vengeance of 
 Ishmailis 
 and the 
 Disintegration 
 of Kome 
 
 The 
 
 First 
 
 Crusade 
 
 The 
 
 Crimson 
 
 Path 
 
 The 
 
 Wars of 
 Christian 
 Europe 
 
 The 
 March 
 of the 
 War Lords 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 And as the generations passed, 
 
 and you cringed brooding There, 
 With subtler power o'er men I came, 
 
 to weave a deadlier snare! 
 Set East, and West, at endless strife, 
 
 the Mosque, the Church defied — 
 And countless armies, age on age, 
 
 for Cross, and Crescent, died! 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Insatiate vengeance spurred me on, 
 
 and down the Crimson Path, 
 Earth's shambled hordes, my impulse drove, 
 
 to war's insensate wrath ! 
 Shattered the Nations, great and small, 
 
 shook monarchs from their thrones, 
 Nor record of the vanquished left, 
 
 save heaps of rotting bones! 
 
 THE CRIMSON PATH 
 
 .War's abominations, had debauched the whole Earth. 
 Supported by the armies he had converted to Ishmailis, and 
 inoeculated with his diabolical creed, of utter extirpation 
 of all peoples, and nations, that worshiped the One Om- 
 nipotent God — Alvah had reached the zenith of earthly glory! 
 
 All living men abased themselves before him, according 
 him, because of his immortality. Divine power, as the abso- 
 lute Ruler of the Earth! 
 
 Not one Jew, or Christian, or Moslem remained alive of 
 the religions that had worshiped the One God, whom Alvah 
 defied, and blasphemed! 
 
 When, therefore, he declared that no peoples of the de- 
 spised creeds remained to affront him : he loomed a para- 
 mount force, to his adoring Armies — standing alone, and 
 above Divine, or Mortal equality! 
 
 And when he declared Peace, and Pleasure, should reign 
 on Earth, to solace his conquering IshmaiUs — the air was 
 rent with tumultuous acclaim! 
 
 He bade his adorers farewell — and dismissed them to pur- 
 sue their individual predilections — and was again applauded 
 to the echo! 
 
 Entering his quarters, he feverishly tore off the trappings 
 and insignia of the War-Lord, yearning as never before to 
 sleep with Death in eternal oblivion of existence on Earth! 
 
 Dismissing his attendants he wrapped a linen sheet about 
 him, and threw himself, upon what in his insolence and 
 Buper- assumption of power — he had decreed should be his 
 bed of Death! 
 
 16 
 
And 
 
 Suddenly 
 His Soul 
 was Sick of 
 Vengeance 
 
 The 
 
 Judgment 
 of Ood 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 Hate's apex reached, with carnage drunk, 
 
 acclaimed, my last behest — 
 The glutted wreake, my being loathed, 
 
 and anguished, yearned for rest! 
 Lo, then His awful judgment raced, 
 
 a vortex, swift and wide — 
 And wrecked me here, earth-chained, ac- 
 cursed 
 
 the boon of Death, denied! 
 
 THE JUDGMENT OF GOD 
 
 But without, the heavens assumed an ominous aspect, and 
 a wail, as if all the peoples he had exterminated, shrieked 
 one terrific curse in unison — roared, and thundered on the 
 wind. 
 
 Onward the deadly Whirlwind raced 1 The vast concourse 
 of soldiers, augmented by the inhabitants of the city, and the 
 nearby villages massed, sodden with fear, and with a 
 ferocious comprehension of the Cause of the appalling calam- 
 ity impending ! 
 
 Alvah rushed out to reprove the uproar — naked but for the 
 Bhroud draped loosely about his shoulders, only to find him- 
 self the central figure, against whom the wrath of God and 
 Man was directed! 
 
 The warriors, that a few short moments before had ac- 
 claimed him MIGHTIEST OF LIVING MEN— fell back at 
 his approach, their gaze fixed upon him in a delirium of 
 detestation and abhorrence ! 
 
 And as the Whirlwind swept nearer, a bolt shot straight 
 and gashed the breast of Alvah! 
 
 About his feet a Vortex burst, bearing on its seething foam 
 the Dead — men, women, and the multitudes of little children 
 he had ruthlessly slain. And the living on the opposite shore, 
 beholding the hideous convolutions in the Cauldron — the boil- 
 ing, and bubbling mutilated Dead — covered their faces and 
 fled, from the accursed scene! 
 
 17 
 
Tha 
 
 Curse 
 
 and the 
 
 Weariness 
 
 of Conscience 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Damned by my crimes, my jaded march, 
 
 could brook no stop, no stay. 
 But ever down the war-seared waste, 
 
 I tracked the Corpse-paved Way! 
 I might not ask of God, His grace, 
 
 but the accusing Dead, 
 I begged, for their forgetfulness, 
 
 as o'er their dust, I fled! 
 
 THE CURSE 
 
 That livid bolt probed the heart and soul of Alrah — ^that 
 roaring wind, jeered and taunted his memory! And « 
 VOICE — too terrible for mortal man to hear and live— com- 
 manded Alvah— NOT TO DIE— BUT— DAMNED BY HIS 
 CHIMES TO LIVE UNTIL ETERNITY! 
 
 To live, convicted and proscribed; apart from all human 
 association, or human tolerance — avoided and condemned by 
 men and devils! 
 
 "But ever down the War- seared waste. 
 To track the corpserpaved way!" 
 
 The 
 Befign 
 of Peace 
 
 The End 
 of War 
 and the 
 Arrogance of 
 Security 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Long years, has Peace voluptuous reigned, 
 
 no more. War's lurid brand. 
 Lights the ensanguined trail of Death, 
 
 across the blood-drenched land! 
 Nor franchised men, the Lord portune, 
 
 to guide the avenging sword — 
 Secure, the ingrates scoff the God, 
 
 their battling Sires, implored! 
 
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XXXIV. 
 
 The 
 
 Deepalrtng 
 Appeal 
 of s 
 Soul In 
 Peril 
 
 Judas, come forth, and pay the debt — 
 
 O save us, e'er this Day, 
 Shall end with its expiring Sun, 
 
 nor leave one phantom ray. 
 To guide our Soul's immortal wraiths, 
 
 in that abyssmal gloom, 
 In deathless consciousness to mourn, 
 
 our Everlasting Doom! 
 
 Judae 
 
 Aestuues 
 tbe l&sk 
 
 The 
 
 Conversion of 
 Alvah 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 He stood beside me, and behold,' 
 my shackles fell away — 
 
 And my racked Spirit dared to hope, 
 and almost dared to pray! 
 
 He preached the Love of God, and I 
 amazed, forgot my shame. 
 
 And man, amidst my fellow-men, 
 rejoicing, praised His Name! 
 
 Alvah'8 
 Reward, the 
 Confidence of 
 Mankind 
 
 One Friend 
 Who Found 
 In Him 
 No Guile 
 
 xxxyi. 
 
 And mightiest miracle, was this, 
 
 when I essayed to warn, 
 Men paused, and reverent heard my plea, 
 
 erst-while had jibed in scorn! 
 And babes, before had fled my face, 
 
 confiding, leaned upon my breast! 
 And once, beside a Home's hearth-fire, 
 
 I sat, a cherished guest ! 
 
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XXXVII. 
 
 Tbe 
 
 Living 
 
 Desire 
 
 of the 
 
 Weary Soul 
 For Best 
 
 The cycles of my years, at length, 
 
 exacted Nature's toll, 
 And like a shriveled husk, my form, 
 
 enwrapped my anxious Soul! 
 But halt, and bent, I flouted eld, 
 
 and labored at the Task, 
 For I would dare, when all was done, 
 
 one boon, of Him, to ask! 
 
 The 
 
 Bace 
 
 Bedeemed 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Unto the End, the Helper pressed, 
 
 the glorious Word, he bore. 
 In flaming signals, burned, and flashed, 
 
 God's Truth, from shore to shore! 
 Until one tie, bound all the Earth — 
 
 all hearts with sweet accord 
 In unison — beat One Great Heart, 
 
 for all men Loved the Lord! 
 
 Hl8 Day 
 At Hand 
 
 The 
 
 Great 
 
 Assembllns 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 The Race Redeemed, His Day at Hand, 
 
 pealed, Time's exulting knell. 
 Assembling all the quickened host, 
 
 the sullen Ones from Hell — 
 From emptying Seas, and shattered Tombs, 
 
 the unregenerate Dead, 
 In legions massed, where Judas poised, 
 
 a nimbus Yound his head! 
 
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Alvah 
 Alone 
 with God 
 
 The 
 
 Bleep of 
 Worlds 
 
 The 
 
 Answer 
 to the 
 
 Last Mortal 
 Prayer 
 
 A Soul 
 
 Made Worthy 
 to Behold the 
 Omnipotence 
 of God 
 
 XL. 
 
 I followed not, the joyful throng, 
 
 he led to Heaven's Supernal Zone! 
 In the impending shock of World's, 
 
 my Soul would meet its God alone! 
 Alone, on Earth's dissolving dust, 
 
 my Faith, appealing, cleft the Vast — 
 And voiced its pent-up human urge, 
 
 the burden of long aeons past ! 
 
 XLI. 
 
 The whispered sigh of Echo hushed, 
 
 and mortal sound effaced! 
 The Shadow of a Mighty Hand, 
 
 the Universe erased! 
 Inert, imponderous, supine, 
 
 the lethal blackness walled. 
 The pulseless vapidness of Space, 
 
 in nihil Silence palled! 
 
 XLII. 
 
 Deep in engulfing Void, I prayed, 
 
 to Yield Life's finite breath — 
 Granted the boon, did tranquil sleep, 
 
 the last pale ward of Death! 
 Omniscient rose, where splendored Worlds 
 
 renascent, rim the Shining Way — 
 And toil, adoring, at His task, 
 
 in God's Eternal Day! 
 
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