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THE MORNING STAR, 
 
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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
The Morning Star; 
 
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 WAY-SIDE MUSINGS, 
 
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 BY 
 
 WILLIAM NEWTON, 
 
 RECTOR OF THE CHURCH OF THE NATIVITY, PHILADELPHIA. 
 
 
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 THE story of this Little Book is very soon told. 
 Twenty - five years ago, the subject first sug- 
 gested itself. The course of thought, in its general 
 outline, was determined on ; the title selected, and the 
 opening lines, as they now stand, were written. It was 
 to be, literally, Way-Side Musings ; for those lines were 
 written — as, indeed, I expected the whole to be — 
 during the course of my daily walk of three miles, to 
 and from the school I was then teaching. How well 
 do I remember turning aside, and resting my little 
 blank book on the top-rail of the worm-fence, by the 
 road-side, as I hurriedly dotted down my thoughts. 
 
 I was younger then than now : and supposed that I 
 could finish my Poem, before my six months' engage- 
 ment as a Teacher, had expired. But I retain the Title 
 still ; for I confess to a fondness for it which it would 
 be false to deny, and foolish to attempt to conceal. 
 
via 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 Since that time, this subject has never been forgotten : 
 and my purpose concerning it, never laid aside. Con- 
 sciously and unconsciously, my thoughts have dwelt 
 upon it. Its completion has been the purpose of my 
 life. It is my Life Thought. More than anything else, 
 I have desired to put into form, the conceptions of the 
 Love of God, manifested in Jesus Christ, as they move 
 and glow in my own heart. Perhaps they may cheer 
 and strengthen others, as they have cheered and 
 strengthened me. Still, I lay down my pen, with a sort 
 of regret, as I remember that Way-Side Musings and I, 
 are to be travelling companions no more ! 
 
 Philadelphia, October, 1873. 
 

 THE MORNING STAR. 
 CANTO I. 
 
 PACE 
 
 God's Great Design 13 
 
 CANTO II. 
 The Unfolding A 1 
 
 CANTO III 
 The Result 87 
 
 S*Kc 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 The Story of Little Things 127 
 
 Twilight Musings 14 2 
 
 The Still Waters 145 
 
 The Captive Eagle '47 
 
 Epigram 15^ 
 
X CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A Parable . . .151 
 
 Inscription on a Sun-Dial . .... 153 
 The White Stone 156 
 
 Fellowship 
 
 159 
 
 The Dead Christ . 163 
 
 An Autumn Ramble 166 
 
 Thou Settest Me before Thy Face . . . .171 
 
 To a Friend on his Ordination 173 
 
 The Vision of Love 178 
 
 The Secret 186 
 
 Li^ 
 
CANTO FIRST. 
 
 GOD'S GREAT DESIGN. 
 
CANTO I. 
 
 Argument: Invocation: Design everywhere, manifest. Why? End 
 of Art not its own display; Something beyond. So God has a great 
 end in view. "Greatness of, inferred from Creation's greatness. Crea- 
 tion, what? Revelations of Astronomy. God before them all. Saw 
 all He meant to do; and all that would come of His doing it. Saw it 
 was best to do it. Evils of Sin. Redemption. God's Plan for putting 
 them all away : and bringing in greater blessings. Redemption, no 
 after-thought. First in order with Him. Creation a consequence of Re- 
 demption. 
 
 Eternity of God. Always the same. But who tell us this? God must 
 reveal Himself. The World, a stage for this. How made? Creation; 
 what we learn from? Difficulties in. Cannot remove them. Must wait. 
 For what? God manifest in Christ. Result of His work. His Cross, 
 Central Figure in the Universe. God displayed therein. Earth, as 
 having borne the Cross : What it shall be ? Full history of, not yet 
 reached. All ills removed by Redemption. God's Self-Revelation, His 
 great end : Would have all His creatures know and love Him. There- 
 fore, reveals Himself: General summing up. 
 
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 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 GOD'S GREAT DESIGN. 
 
 I. 
 
 Eternal Spirit! Source of Light and Truth ! 
 With whom no darkness dwelleth ! In whose sight, 
 The things that are, and those that shall be, lie 
 Alike disclosed, both as to secret cause 
 And unknown consequence: to Thee I come, 
 And ask for light to guide me. Hold my hand 
 That I may stumble not, nor go astray. 
 Within my spirit shine to give the light 
 Of Thine own Spirit. Teach me how to soar 
 Up to the height of Thine own thought, and trace 
 Its grand unfolding, as it always dwelt, 
 A living fact with Thee. For who can think 
 Thought so adventurous by himself, alone ? 
 Drive Thou away my darkness. On my sight, 
 Pour Thy celestial ray. Let all within 
 
 2 13 
 
14 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Be instinct with Thyself: that I may show 
 Thine own conceptions to the sons of men. 
 
 II. 
 
 The world is full of infinite desien. 
 There 's not an atom in the boundless range 
 Of Nature's vast dominions, but sustains 
 Its wise relations ; works some given end ; 
 And yields obedience to its special law. 
 And Science, in the grandeur of its march, 
 Now, through the wonders of the starry worlds ; 
 And now, through those the Microscope reveals ; 
 And all that lie between, teaches this truth, 
 That nothing is, but for some higher end 
 Than its own being. Every thing that is, 
 Works for some other thing ; and serves, through 
 
 that, 
 A purpose nobler than itself alone 
 Could reach in the Great Plan. The autumn leaf 
 Falls not without its mission ; and the breeze, 
 That scarcely sways the willow's pendent bough, 
 Has its own law ; and serves its end as well, - 
 As do the rise and setting of the sun. 
 The dew-drop's brightness is not for itself: 
 The floweret's beauty has not been in vain, 
 When Man beholds it not : for everywhere, 
 The law of uses is the law of God. 
 And all His works proclaim one Ruling Mind, 
 And take their place in some exact design. 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. 15 
 
 III. 
 
 Can we unfold the reason ? Can we tell 
 
 Why this display of Wisdom and of Power ? 
 
 Can we, without presumption, seek to lift 
 
 The veil that hides His purpose from our view? 
 
 This much, at least, is clear. Not for itself 
 
 Was Earth called into beinsf. There must be 
 
 Some purpose, higher than the mere display 
 
 Of Infinite perfections ; or this world 
 
 And its surrounding orbs would ne'er have been. 
 
 Suns, Stars and Flowers alike proclaim this truth ; 
 
 And speak of something as the Primal Thought, 
 
 In the Creator's mind. E'en human Art 
 
 Keeps this before it ; and in all its works 
 
 Proposes to itself some worthier end, 
 
 Than the display of art. Is it for this 
 
 Our Steamers plough the Ocean ? Is it this 
 
 That bids our Railroads stretch their iron bands 
 
 Across the continent, and into one 
 
 United Whole bind all its differing parts ? 
 
 Is it for this that Telegraphic wires 
 
 Circle the globe ; and at each hearth-stone, tell 
 
 The daily news from earth's remotest bounds ? 
 
 Man's Art can do all this ; but in it all, 
 
 Acts for some fitting end. It looks beyond ; 
 
 And to the purpose, it designs to serve, 
 
 Adapts the means it uses. And shall we 
 
 Interpret our Creator, by a rule 
 
l6 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Unworthy of ourselves ? Shall we believe, 
 
 That when He manifests creative skill, 
 
 And bids the Universe display His power, 
 
 He has no thought beyond its mere display ? 
 
 No. From Creation's grandeur, we infer 
 
 How infinitely glorious must be 
 
 The Great Design for which the World was made : 
 
 The mighty Plan for whose development, 
 
 He forms a sphere, magnificent as this ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 But who can tell how vast Creation is? 
 
 We take the glass of the Astronomer, 
 
 And turn it to the sky. What meets our gaze ? 
 
 See ! From the far-off worlds that roll above ; 
 
 From other Suns and Systems, beams of light, 
 
 On their long journey of uncounted years,* 
 
 Come thronging to the eye ! What are those beams ? 
 
 News-Bearers from those shining orbs ; and bring 
 
 Tidings from distant worlds — perhaps from worlds, 
 
 No longer in existence. Who can tell ? 
 
 Who can declare what changes may have swept 
 
 Across their surface, since to this, our Earth, 
 
 Those beams of light set forth ? Or could we stand, 
 
 As sentinels, upon the outside world, 
 
 Of this our little System ; and look out 
 
 * "The rays of light from the remotest nebulae must have 
 been about two millions of years on their way." — Sir Wm. 
 Herschell, in Transactions for 1802, p. 498. 
 
god's great design. 17 
 
 Into the space beyond ; what would we see ? 
 
 Myriads of worlds, in strange profusion cast — 
 
 Star-clouds, compacted in such close array, 
 
 That, to our vision, they appear as belts 
 
 Of milky light, which no resolving power 
 
 Of Telescope can separate. Yet each 
 
 Has its own orbit ; and moves calmly forth 
 
 In its appointed time. Outside of these, 
 
 Others are seen ; lying as far from them, 
 
 As these are from our System ; and yet, all 
 
 Form one harmonious and united whole. 
 
 And Thought is dumb, and Fancy droops its wings, 
 
 Before this grand display of worlds on worlds, 
 
 As countless as the drops of morning dew ! 
 
 Yet, in Creation's System, ere the first 
 
 Of those innumerable orbs had birth ; 
 
 Ere in the silence of eternity, 
 
 Creation's work first sounded, — God was there ; 
 
 As, through the unbroken silence of the past, 
 
 He had forever, been. The Cause, uncaused ; 
 
 Standing before all being ; in Himself 
 
 The Source and Orioin of all beside. 
 
 For God's I Am becomes the active source 
 
 Of everything that is. Apart from Him, 
 
 There is no life, no motion. He contains 
 
 The spring of all things in Himself alone. 
 
 And, as He wills it, they go forth, and are 
 
 The countless forms of life and joy that make 
 
 The glorious fulness of Creation's works. 
 
18 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 V. 
 
 Alone, in His eternity He saw 
 
 All that He meant to do. Before His glance 
 
 There rose the perfect vision of His works. 
 
 As first He formed them ; and as once again 
 
 They shall appear, when the restraining power 
 
 Of Sin shall be no more ; and Earth shall wear 
 
 The sinless glory of her first estate. 
 
 He saw it all ; and, as it stood defined 
 
 In His conception of the blessedness 
 
 That would result therefrom, His Spirit owned 
 
 The sense of joy, that joy imparted, gives. 
 
 For, all the blessings that would surely flow 
 
 From His great work, would be secured alone 
 
 By His Self-Sacrifice. Yet, seeing this, 
 
 All His delights were with the sons of men ; 
 
 And with the outcome of that glorious plan, 
 
 That measured His own fulness in the Cross. 
 
 'T was not Creation only that inspired ; 
 
 But, iri its budding glories, He beheld 
 
 The fruits of full Redemption, And for this, 
 
 He measured out the universe ; and breathed 
 
 The living spirit of a thought of God 
 
 Through all His works ; and to its music, set 
 
 Alike the least and loftiest of His works. 
 
 Nothing escaped His glance. Each special act 
 
 That swells Creation's history ; each world 
 
 That was to be created ; every form, 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. IQ, 
 
 Which, in the cycle of revolving years, 
 
 He destined to inhabit it, He saw ; 
 
 And, in the fulness of His searching glance, 
 
 Gave each its place and mission. Every change 
 
 That was to sweep its surface ; every law 
 
 That governed every portion, and impressed 
 
 Their properties on matter's countless forms 
 
 Each act of each of its inhabitants ; 
 
 And the vast total of results that flow 
 
 As one begets another, and links in 
 
 To form causation's never-ending chain ; 
 
 Rose up before Him, as His eye surveyed 
 
 What He designed to do. It stood defined, 
 
 As the Creator's Panoramic view, 
 
 Revolving silently before His glance, 
 
 Ere His great work began. For in His mind, 
 
 That always is, which He designs to do. 
 
 He is its being. It exists in Him. 
 
 Heaven is the open page on which He writes ; 
 
 And worlds flow forth as words do from the pen 
 
 With which we trace our thoughts. But, ere His 
 
 hand 
 Had written out those glorious characters 
 That make Creation's beauty, they were still 
 Facts in His purpose ; no less fixed and sure 
 Than when He gave to them objective form 
 Before His creatures' vision. In His mind, 
 They were, because He willed them ; but to us, 
 They come, as stars do, living in the light, 
 
20 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Yet looking down upon us from the sky, 
 Only when darkness brings them out to view. 
 
 VI. 
 
 And thus, in perfect range, His eye took in 
 
 His Great Design, and every consequence 
 
 Near and remote, that would result therefrom. 
 
 All the disturbing causes that would spring 
 
 From Man's revolt ; and the unending ills 
 
 That would have spread, like ripples on the lake, 
 
 Until they reached Creation's utmost bound ; 
 
 If it were left unmatched and unatoned, 
 
 Came into view before Him. It was not 
 
 An unforeseen event, when Man resolved 
 
 To set up his own will against the will 
 
 Of his Creator, as his rightful law ; 
 
 And try the Evil, as a thing unknown, 
 
 And so, by possibility, a Good. 
 
 No. Its occurrence was a thing assumed, 
 
 As the dark background of the glorious Plan, 
 
 By which all evil shall be put away : 
 
 The Problem of Creation solved, at last ; 
 
 The good secured ; and every creature fixed 
 
 In loving loyalty before His throne. 
 
 And in the Coming Day, when this Great Thought 
 
 Of the Creator, statue-like, shall be 
 
 Unveiled before His creatures : they shall see 
 
 Its grand results achieved : the world redeemed ; 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. 21 
 
 And men and angels made to stand secure, 
 In the great issues of the work of Christ. 
 Self-Revelation therefore is the end 
 He always had in view ; since thus alone, 
 He could attract all creatures to Himself; 
 And thus enable them to find in Him, 
 The Source and Secret of all creature good ! 
 God, rightly known is God supremely loved. 
 
 VII. 
 
 This was the vision that before Him rose ; 
 And seeing it, He still, esteemed it best, 
 To give Creation scope ; and thus bring in 
 Redemption's glorious scheme ; which underlies 
 All else that God has done. For all His works 
 Are but as Heralds in forerunning this. 
 Creation was determined on, because 
 Redemption was His purpose. And the worlds 
 That Science has revealed ; or, with the aid 
 Of stronger instruments may, yet, make known ; 
 Are only points, in which the full display 
 Of God's Great Purpose in the work of Christ, 
 Shall yet, be fully made. It shall be known 
 Throughout Creation's limits. Everywhere, 
 The story of His love shall be rehearsed, 
 By those who know its fulness ; and the worlds 
 Now, only known as distant stars, shall be 
 Prepared as Homes where His redeemed shall 
 dwell. 
 
22 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 In gushing sweetness, through the fields of light, 
 
 The story of Redemption, through His blood, 
 
 Shall yet be heard for everlasting years, 
 
 And every star be vocal with His praise. 
 
 Creation finds its meaning in the Cross. 
 
 Its real grandeur awes you and inspires 
 
 As there you trace God's thoughts ; and see the 
 
 work v 
 
 That complements Creation, take its place, 
 Beaming serenest light, and filling it, 
 Not with the glory of a God of Power, 
 So much as with the wonders of His Love. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 God, then, existed from eternity, 
 
 The same that He is now. The same in love : 
 
 In His capacity for love the same : 
 
 The same in everything that makes Him God. 
 
 Yet who shall know this? Who shall make it 
 
 known ; 
 Or show to Man the mystery of God ? 
 Only Himself. The Finite cannot soar 
 To grasp the Infinite ; and Man would be 
 Equal to God, if He had power to show 
 The secrets of God's nature. He Himself 
 Must lift the veil that hides Him from our view ; 
 And coming forth reveal Himself to Man. 
 This is man's greatest need. Amid the wrecks 
 
god's great design. 23 
 
 That speak to us of his disordered powers, 
 This stands alone, as witness to the rank 
 In which he first was formed — a Creature, made 
 With the capacity of knowing God ! 
 This mark is Man's alone. There is not one 
 Of all the creatures round him, that can share 
 This high distinction with him. As the eye 
 Is made for light, so Man is made for God. 
 He is his real end. In Him alone 
 His wants are met: his nature matched by One, 
 In whose unbounded fulness he can float ; 
 And find his powers expanding as he moves. 
 Man has no need like this ; no want so great, 
 As that which cries for God : and God no power 
 Like that by which He shows Himself to Man. 
 But how can this be done ? Can Mortals look 
 On the Immortal One ? Can Man sustain 
 The vision of God's glory? Can his eye 
 Endure the splendor of that cloudless light 
 In which Jehovah robes Himself? How then, 
 Can God be known ? Can He reveal Himself 
 To creatures whom the vision would destroy? 
 Thus was all hope shut out : till God Himself 
 Came nio-h to answer to His creatures' needs. 
 He would come forth, from the essential light, 
 In which He dwelt, as unincarnate God, 
 And show Himself to Man. He would put on 
 The garment of a nature, not His own ; 
 That, through this tempered medium, men might 
 look 
 
24 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 And learn how God had yearned with tender love, 
 
 For His rebellious creatures ; how He could 
 
 To Man's estate stoop from His heavenly Throne, 
 
 Veil His Divinity in mortal flesh ; 
 
 And thus, in His humanity, become 
 
 The Kinsman of our race: and working" out 
 
 The problem of the Evil on His Cross, 
 
 Make that the point where God and Man may be 
 
 At one again in Him ; bound with the tie 
 
 Of His great love which stooped to Death for this ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 Thus, then, Creation took its fitting place, 
 Forerunner of Redemption. Thus, among 
 Surrounding worlds die Earth came forth to be 
 The chosen sphere, where the Redeeming God 
 Should take our form, and in it image forth 
 The Invisible to Man. And does not this 
 Mark it, amidst its sisterhood of worlds, 
 With a peculiar glory ? Is it not 
 The one distinction, that must ever shed 
 A halo round its history ? For when 
 The Spirit brooded o'er the dark abyss, 
 And moulded into form the shapeless mass 
 That lay beneath, it was for this great end. 
 For this the Earth was finished ; and for this 
 The morning-stars sang out with shouts of joy. 
 For here, the Problem of the Good and 111 
 
god's great design. 25 
 
 Should find its true solution ; and be laid 
 At rest forever. Here, the God of Grace 
 Should meet Man's sin, as sunbeams do the clouds, 
 And spread from this, through all surrounding 
 
 worlds, 
 The more than rainbow glories of His love.* 
 For what God is, as now we see Him in 
 The work of Jesus Christ, He always was : 
 In His deep, tender, patient love the same. 
 Ready for His Self- Sacrifice ; if thus 
 He could secure His creature's highest good, 
 By fixing their best love upon Himself. 
 And thus, the glory of His attributes, 
 Resides in Him, as rainbows in the light ; 
 Unseen and unsuspected, till the cloud 
 Of Man's great sin encounters it. And then, 
 Justice and Mercy, Wisdom, Grace, and Truth, 
 Come forth in beauty, like prismatic rays, 
 And bend their arch of glory around the Cross. 
 And, through the course of everlasting years, 
 That glory shall continue, and diffuse 
 Its radiant light on all things. There we learn 
 
 *How clearly St. Paul states this "God, who 
 
 created all things by Jesus Christ, to the intent that now unto 
 the principalities and powers, in the heavenlies, might be 
 known by the Church, the manifold wisdom of God." — Eph. 
 iii. 9, 10. 
 
 Now, when one thing is done to the intent that something else 
 should follow, that other thing is the reason of its being 
 done. Redemption, therefore, underlies Creation. 
 3 
 
26 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 What God is in His nature. There we see 
 How Love, in its unfolding, clears away 
 The darkness that remains, when every source 
 But this has been appealed to for its ligiit. 
 Stronger than Power ; it conquers where that fails. 
 Wiser than Wisdom ; it resolves the doubts 
 Which Wisdom cannot reach, and sweetly blends 
 The varied colors in the light of Truth. 
 
 X. 
 
 But is there not in Nature, light enough 
 
 To show us what God is ? May we not read, 
 
 In lines of living light, His character, 
 
 As traced in all His works ? Do not the Heavens 
 
 Proclaim His glory? Sun and Moon and Stars, 
 
 Are they not bright with radiance caught from 
 
 Him? 
 Does not each dew-drop sparkle to His praise ? 
 And is not tribute paid by all His works ? 
 But Sin is in the world. And countless wrongs 
 Repeat themselves each day ; and Innocence 
 Goes to the wall and weeps. And Vice and Crime 
 Flaunt it unblushingly before the Sun ; 
 And the blasphemer, in his pride of place, 
 Reviles the name of God ; and Want and Blood 
 Cry out unceasingly ; but no reply 
 Comes from His presence. And men vainly ask, 
 Is there a God who sees and hears all this ? 
 
god's great design. 27 
 
 And doubts, like armed men, spring at the throat 
 Of trust in Him ; and still, there is no voice 
 Nor any that gives answer. And we turn, 
 To scan the volume of His works, in vain. 
 We read no answer in the starry sky ? 
 The hills are silent ; and the Ocean's voice 
 Forgets its speech. For Nature has no skill, 
 To read this problem ; and proclaim the truth, 
 That underlies these evils. It has lost 
 The thread to guide us through this labyrinth, 
 Into the open day ; and tells us nought, 
 But of God's Power and Wisdom. And we ask 
 In vain, if He is Good ? Does He regard 
 The creatures He has formed ? Does He observe 
 The actions they perform ; and bring the test 
 Of law, to try their nature ? Does He put 
 A difference between them ? or does Vice 
 Move Him the same as Virtue ? Can He be, 
 Assailed by suffering, at the sight of that, 
 Which here, makes good men suffer ? Does He 
 
 hold 
 One uniform experience ; or admit 
 The ebb and flow of feelings, such as swell 
 Within a Father's bosom, when he sees 
 A son's ingratitude ? Alas ! we know 
 Nothing of this, from what His works can teach ! 
 He is, we know ; and that we ought to make 
 His Will our Law. But then, what is His will ? 
 Who shall instruct us here ? Who show the way 
 
28 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Of access to His presence ? May we come 
 With our own works ; and thus expect to find 
 Acceptance with Him? Will He hear our prayers; 
 And in our darkness show us of His light ? 
 
 XI. 
 
 "Athenians," — said the foremost man of Greece, 
 Foremost in wisdom, Ynong that mighty crowd 
 Of earnest seekers for the Good and True — 
 " Athenians ! you must wait for One to come, 
 And teach you what to do. And He alone, 
 Who made you can do that." So, through the 
 
 time 
 Of his great darkness, Man had felt for God, 
 Scarce knowing what he needed. Some great want, 
 Not apprehended, weighed upon his soul : 
 Which turned to seek for God, from the same cause 
 That plants do to the light. An inward need 
 Was on his spirit ; and he blindly, turned 
 The tendrils of his powers, in eager search, 
 Around, beneath, above ; if he might find 
 The One, fit Object, round which they might twine; 
 And twining round Him, lift himself again 
 Into the light. And who can say, how much, 
 Those earnest seekers of the Truth, obtained 
 By means we know not ? Who can tell how far 
 The light of God shone in upon them ? We 
 Know nothing of a thousand paths, by which, 
 
god's great design. 29 
 
 God can gain access to the souls of men. 
 
 Did ever any seek His face in vain ? 
 
 Did any turn to Him in ignorance 
 
 Of how He should be sought ; and fail to find 
 
 That He was near to help ? His Hand, unseen, 
 
 Has opened many a path, which, He alone, 
 
 Could point for man to tread ; and turned the light 
 
 Of His own truth on many a darkened eye. 
 
 And thus we solve the problem, which the lives 
 
 Of Heathen sages offer to our thoughts ; 
 
 Thus find the source, whence those of far-off times, 
 
 Plato and Socrates, and kindred souls, 
 
 Obtained the light, which glimmered on their path. 
 
 Perhaps they knew not whence its gleamings came ? 
 
 Alas ! how could they ? Could you dream what 
 
 source 
 The morn's gray dawning had if you were not 
 Familiar with the noon ? And if their light 
 Was faint and cold and dim, it still revealed 
 Some glimpses of the Coming One, whose work 
 Is to give light to all men ; and whose light. 
 Wherever found, leads only to Himself! 
 But, when all this is granted ; it remains 
 That Sin has wrought a ruin so complete, 
 Throughout Man's nature, that the sense of want, 
 A void within, remains to testify, 
 He is not what he was. A creature's wants 
 Define his character, and show his rank. 
 And, while created things fill up the need 
 
30 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Of all the creatures round him, Man alone, 
 With all that they can give, looks out and asks 
 For something more than these. He feels the 
 
 thrill 
 Of kindred with Divinity ; and owns 
 Desires within, which, like a sense of wings, 
 Prompt him to rise ; but, which, alas ! afford 
 No power of flight. He cannot hope to scale 
 The height, from which he's fallen; or return 
 To his true sphere again. He has no power 
 To make the broken mirror of his soul, 
 Unite its shattered parts ; and form again, 
 The image of His God which he has lost. 
 That work is God's. He, only, can repair 
 The ruins of the Fall. But how repair? 
 If worlds had been destroyed, He could renew. 
 If some destructive element had swept 
 Orders of beings into nothingness ; 
 He could restore them with a word. But when, 
 The element of ruin is a Will 
 Self-poised, and acting from itself alone ; 
 A will that chooses its own pathway, though 
 It leads to death ; then, the restoring power 
 Must find its place within the souls of men. 
 It must assert itself, as — standing back 
 Of all the processes of thought — it yields 
 To the sweet force of some constraining love, 
 Which moulds its choice, and puts its impress on 
 Each power of thought and action. Therefore God, 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. 31 
 
 To be this power, within the souls of men, 
 Came nicrh in grace, and took on Him our form 
 Our nature took, that men mio;ht look and see 
 What He had always been : how thought and felt 
 About His creatures, when no eye could scan 
 The secrets of His nature. How, in Him, 
 The tender, deep and self-forgetful love 
 Of Jesus, always dwelt. How in His heart, 
 The thought of His Self-Sacrifice had place 
 Before all other thoughts. And how with this, 
 Full in His view, He calmly, held His way 
 Through all that wondrous Life, up to the Cross ; 
 And there wrought out the problem of His love ? 
 This, this is God ! Henceforth we see and know 
 His nature : He is Love. His attributes 
 Are attributes of love. The Cross of Christ 
 Unfolds it all ; and thus makes Him the power 
 Of that renewal, in the souls of men, 
 Which binds them fast, in loving loyalty, 
 Around His Throne, their Father and their God ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 And thus we read the counsel that lay back 
 Of all Creation's works ; the Great Design 
 For which the Earth was made. In lines of light, 
 We trace it in the volume of the Book ; 
 And own the purpose worthy of the God 
 Whose Thought it is. Redemption is the pole, 
 
32 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Round which Creation is to crystallize 
 In joy and peace forever. Here, we see 
 God's true unfolding of Himself. The Cross, 
 Is yet, to be acknowledged as the first 
 And central figure of the Universe. 
 Here He shines truly forth. Here He tells out 
 The secrets of His nature. He is Love: 
 And Love is all embracing. Everything 
 That marks His nature has its place in this, 
 And is a portion of it. Neither Power, 
 Nor Truth, nor Justice, nor the attribute, 
 By which He hates all sin, expresses what 
 God truly is. All these unite in Him ; 
 But He is more than they : as is the Light 
 More than its spectral beams. They show, indeed, 
 Some glories of His nature. But the Cross 
 Unites them all ; and thus becomes the point 
 From which both Men and Angels shall survey 
 The truth about Him ; and the wondrous tie, 
 That binds His creatures to Him. To this Earth, 
 Redeemed and purged from all remains of sin, 
 Dwellers in other worlds shall flock to learn 
 The story of His Love : and here, survey 
 The scene of its great wonders. Bethlehem, 
 And Nazareth ; Calvary and the Mount 
 Of His Transfiguration ; and the Well 
 Of Jacob, where He sat wearied, and taught ; 
 The Garden, and the Tomb of Joseph, and 
 The Mount whence He ascended ; and on which, 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. 33 
 
 His feet shall rest again, when He returns, 
 
 To smite the Man of Sin, and take away 
 
 Out of His kingdom all things that offend ; 
 
 These, and their kindred subjects, shall be made 
 
 Themes of discourse forever. Here they'll say, 
 
 His infant form was in the Manger, laid. 
 
 He labored here, a lowly Carpenter : 
 
 Here He was tempted ; and a Crown of Thorns, 
 
 Was here set on His brow ; and here the Earth 
 
 Sustained His Cross ; and in this Tomb He lay, 
 
 When His great work was done ; and here He rose, 
 
 Triumphant from the Grave, and broke the power 
 
 Of Death forevermore. And thus through all 
 
 The periods of the Everlasting- Age, 
 
 The Story of Redemption shall be found 
 
 The wonder of the Universe. And Men 
 
 And dwellers in those far-off worlds of light, 
 
 Shall learn in this — the Switzerland of worlds — 
 
 The glory of the Lord : and think again 
 
 His own Great Thought, as it is mirrored forth 
 
 In His unfolding of Himself to Man ! 
 
 The Earth, restored to its first purity, 
 
 And clothed once more with all the loveliness 
 
 That first adorned it, shall resume again 
 
 Its place in the vast sisterhood of worlds ; 
 
 And thus illustrate, throughout endless years, 
 
 The glory of the perfect work of Christ 
 
 That glory shall be on it, as a crown, 
 
 Forevermore ; and as the ages pass, 
 
34 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 It shall be made — as God first meant it should — 
 The dwelling-place of men, who shall renew 
 Their generations on it ; free from sin, 
 And in His love secured against its power. 
 The sunlight of His smile shall be its liatit • 
 And Want and Wretchedness shall be no more. 
 The curse shall disappear ; and all the ills 
 That speak of its existence shall be known 
 As records of the Past : fossil remains 
 Of former periods, whose disturbing powers 
 Are laid at rest forever. Ignorance, 
 And Vice and Folly, Crime and Wretchedness, 
 Shall have a place no more. The widow's tears ; 
 The orphan's cry ; the friendless one's complaint ; 
 The oppressor's wrong; shall all have passed away, 
 As troubled dreams before the waking hour ; 
 And Righteousness and Peace, with their sweet 
 
 smile, 
 Shall chase away the darkness of the Past. 
 And Earth shall yield her fruits without restraint ; 
 And pour her full returns into the lap 
 Of men that own them, as a Father's gift, 
 And praise Him for His goodness. There shall be 
 No discord in the harmony that rolls 
 Its perfect song throughout Creation's works. 
 Through all the worlds, its rising notes shall swell ; 
 Now high, now low ; now ringing loud and clear, 
 To the grand key-note of Redeeming Love. 
 The Name of Jesus shall be everywhere, 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. 35 
 
 The Name above all names ; and in its power, 
 
 All creatures shall be blessed forevermore. 
 
 The breeze shall speak it softly ; and the stars, 
 
 As they go forth, upon the silent march, 
 
 Of their unending course, shall proclaim 
 
 Its glory and its greatness. Day to day, 
 
 Shall tell of its renown ; and as the Night 
 
 Puts on the splendor of its glittering crown, 
 
 It shall tell o'er the story of that Name, 
 
 And whisper of its sweetness. Worlds on worlds 
 
 Shall add their voices ; and the countless ranks 
 
 Of beings that inhabit them, shall swell 
 
 The anthems of His praises, evermore. 
 
 O ! 't is not the full history of Earth, 
 
 That we record, through these six thousand years 
 
 Of sin upon its surface. They are but 
 
 An eddy in its stream, that yet shall flow, 
 
 Broad'ning and deep'ning through unending years, 
 
 Of blessedness and joy ; an episode 
 
 In the outworking of that wondrous Plan, 
 
 That is to bound its destiny. And when 
 
 The cycle of Redemption is complete 
 
 It shall be found, that all the ills of sin, 
 
 Are but to be remembered, as a drop 
 
 Lost in the ocean of His boundless Love ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Creation, thus, bears witness to some end, 
 Greater than it, that calls for it to be : 
 
36 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Some nobler reason, than material things 
 
 In all their splendor give. And what could be 
 
 A reason so exalted, as the one 
 
 That underlies Creation ; and secures 
 
 God's Revelation of Himself to Man ? 
 
 Sin shows us God, as clouds reveal the light. 
 
 And through its darkness, He moves on in grace ; 
 
 And from its ruin makes His grand display 
 
 Of the eternal purpose of His love. 
 
 And seeing what would be the dread result, 
 
 When Man had tried — as try he surely would — 
 
 The experiment of Sin, selected this, 
 
 Least of the worlds, to be the Theatre, 
 
 Where it should work its dread conclusions out. 
 
 Here it should show its nature ; here display 
 
 Its full capacity of harm : and here, 
 
 He would, through Christ, bring glory out of shame ; 
 
 Life out of Death ; safety from ruin ; and 
 
 Unite all ranks of the whole family 
 
 In Heaven and Earth, in loving loyalty, 
 
 To the Almighty Throne ; and be Himself 
 
 The Source of all their blessedness ; the crown 
 
 Of Life and Glory, through the works of God ! 
 
 All is in Christ ; centred in Him, alone, 
 
 The Manifesting God ! In Him the Light 
 
 Of this Great Thought was shrouded from the first; 
 
 Hidden in Him alone ; and thence the rays, 
 
 Of its great glory streaming, bear His Name 
 
 To the remotest worlds. All is in Him 
 
GOD S GREAT DESIGN. 37 
 
 As Light is in the Sun. Behold the Scheme ! 
 God's Revelation of Himself to Man, 
 And thus, to all His creatures ; that in Him, 
 They may be saved from Sin's destructive power! 
 O ! for the power to speak this wondrous Plan, 
 Where all may hear its wonders ! Tell it out, 
 Ye dwellers in the nations ! Let the tongue, 
 Listless and dull, grow eloquent in this ! 
 Speak of its greatness, as a Thought of God, 
 Before all other thoughts ; and leading up 
 To all the glory that His works display ! 
 Sing of it, O ye dwellers near the throne ! 
 And in those far-off worlds, that circle round 
 Heaven's limitless expanse ! Make it the theme 
 Of your rejoicing, as the ages pass : 
 And swell the chorus of a world, redeemed 
 By the same act that makes all creatures know, 
 And stand secure, in Jesus Christ the Lord ! 
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CANTO SECOND. 
 
 THE UNFOLDING. 
 
 39 
 
CANTO II. 
 
 Argument : Invocation. Earth at first the abode of other beings than 
 Man. Reduced to Chaos. God's Spirit, brooding over the waters. 
 Present order of things. Beauty of. Creation of Man. His distin- 
 guishing feature. Loneliness of. Creation of Eve. Adam and Eve 
 in the Garden. Man in innocence. Innocence, not holiness. Differ- 
 ence between ? True Freedom, what ? Law, what ? Man's accord- 
 ance with Law. Must be tested. No character without a test. Seem- 
 ing insignificance of real test. Adam's reasoning on. Choice. Result 
 of. Good and Evil. Conscience. Sense of shame : fear : guilt. 
 Hiding from God. Sentence on : Banishment from Eden. The First 
 Promise. Effects of Sin on the animal Creation. Development of Sin. 
 Cain and Abel. The Flood. Noah going out of the Ark. Rainbow. 
 Covenant. Sin spreading. Babel. Dispersion of Man. 
 
 God did not leave Man thus. Designed to bring him back again. How? 
 What God must be seen to be, before it can be done ? Call of Abra- 
 ham; greatness of results. One race set aside as witnesses for God. 
 Israel in Egypt : David : Songs of: Progress in development of First 
 Promise: Dispersion: Return: Man's Thoughts in History: God's; 
 Testimony of Prophets to the Christ: Word Picture of: Angels' an- 
 nouncement of birth: Scene at Cradle: Mary, feeling of: Rejoicing. 
 Wonder of Incarnation ; Childhood of Jesus ; agencies at work in ; 
 Spirit's teaching. Public ministry of Jesus : Character of : Meditations 
 before the Cross. 
 
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THE UNFOLDING. 
 
 I. 
 
 O ! Thou Eternal One ! who art of Power 
 And Life and Light, the Uncreated Source ; 
 From Whom are all things ; in Whom all things 
 
 stand ; 
 And in Whose light, alone, we see the light ; 
 Be near me while I write ! My spirit fill 
 With Thine own Spirit. Let its radiance spread 
 Through all my powers, as through the dew-drop 
 
 shines 
 The brightness of the Sun ; that I may speak 
 Words, not unworthy of the Glorious Thought, 
 That moved within Thee, ere Creation was. 
 
 II. 
 
 Far back through ages, that we know not of, 
 Earth had its being, as the fit abode 
 Of other tribes, with different powers endowed, 
 From those that mark our race. But, from some 
 
 cause, 
 
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42 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 — We know not of what nature — and by means, 
 As yet concealed from us, those tribes became 
 Outcasts from their inheritance ; on which, 
 The hand of overthrow came sternly down ; 
 And Earth, reduced to a chaotic state,* 
 Formless and void, lay waiting for the touch 
 Of the Life-giving Spirit, as it moved, 
 In brooding patience o'er the sluggish deep. 
 But, who may paint the Spirit's brooding work ? 
 The silent going-forth of Power divine : 
 The gradual working of Omnipotence : 
 By which the strong foundations of the Earth, 
 Bearing the records of uncounted years, 
 Were wrought out from the ruins of the past ! 
 How grand a thought it is ! How much it tells, 
 That Restoration from a ruined state, 
 Is nobler than Creation ! For a word 
 Accomplished that. God spake, and it was done. 
 
 Does this seem fanciful ? Perhaps it is less so than it 
 appears. In his admirable Commentary on Genesis, Dr. Mur- 
 phy, Professor of Hebrew, Belfast, translates as follows : 
 
 " In the beginning, God had created the heavens and the 
 earth. 
 
 "And the earth had become a waste and a void : (He??., 
 iohn vavohn .-) and darkness was upon the face of the deep. ' ' 
 
 Now, this seems to intimate, clearly enough, that it was 
 not created "a waste and a void." It became so afterwards. 
 So, too, we read in Is. xlv. 18 — " God Himself, that formed 
 the earth and made it : He hath established it : He created 
 it, not in vain" — i. e., not tohn : not a waste : not "with- 
 out form." 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 43 
 
 But, when a ruined world awaits the touch 
 
 Of Restoration, He must work within 
 
 The Law of slow development, as broods 
 
 The Bird upon her nest. With patient care, 
 
 His Spirit brooded o'er the shapeless mass 
 
 That lay beneath the waters. Into them, 
 
 New principles must enter ; and new laws 
 
 Be wrought within them ; that new Life may come 
 
 And find a fitting home. And who can tell 
 
 The secrets of that brooding ? Who can say 
 
 How long it was continued ; or decide, 
 
 How much of all that makes the mystery 
 
 Of Earth's primeval strata, may be traced 
 
 As its direct results ? We see, indeed, 
 
 That here is space and margin for the lapse 
 
 Of untold ages, in whose silent course, 
 
 The preparation for the coming birth 
 
 Of the new world, might be securely made. 
 
 But more we know not ; more we need not know. 
 
 Then, when Earth's rock-ribbed storehouse thus 
 
 was filled 
 With its uncounted treasures, for the use 
 Of coming generations, we behold 
 Creative power, in unconcealed display ! 
 Then, from the womb of darkness, Earth was born. 
 Let Light be, said Jehovah, and Light was : 
 And by degrees, it took its garniture 
 Of grace and beauty, till it stood, disclosed 
 Perfect in loveliness : and God looked on 
 
44 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 And called it very good — the fitting sphere, 
 For the great purpose, which He had in view ! 
 
 III. 
 
 Call up the scene before you. See, what lines 
 Of perfect beauty, mark it ! Every part 
 Is instinct with the presence of its God ; 
 And yields the worship of His own great thoughts, 
 In them incorporate. The Sun, by day, 
 Tells of His glory: and the Moon and Stars, 
 With gentler radiance, in His brightness shine, 
 All things are tuned to praise. The birds pour forth 
 Their joyous songs, which to His ear, assume 
 A meaning that we know not. Every flower 
 Presents the. incense of its inner life, 
 Breathed out in perfumed worship ; and the trees 
 Bow down their heads, and all their branches wave 
 To the soft whispers of the evening breeze. 
 But Man, as yet appears not. See ! He lies 
 In glorious beauty on the new-formed Earth, 
 Just fashioned in the image of his God. 
 His form was perfect : but it had no life. 
 His beauty faultless ; but no living soul 
 Breathed into it expression. There he lay, 
 A fleshly statue, moulded to the Form, 
 Which the Redeeming God was to put on, 
 When He became incarnate. He was yet, 
 Only a statue ; when Jehovah came, 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 45 
 
 And breathed into his frame, the breath of lives ; 
 And Man arose, possessing the same life 
 As other creatures round him ; and a Life 
 Kindred with God's, by which he has the power 
 To hold communion with Him ; to perceive 
 The glory of His thoughts ; to comprehend 
 His Nature ; and in harmony complete, 
 Respond to all His will : to see the truth, 
 Just as the eye sees light, as made for it, 
 And answering to its presence, everywhere. 
 This is Man's chief distinction. Here he stands, 
 The Crowning Glory of the works of God. 
 
 IV. 
 
 And thus, Man stood, a power upon the Earth ; 
 
 Thus absolute Dominion was the gift 
 
 Which God conferred upon him ; sovereignty 
 
 O'er all His works, below ; authority, 
 
 As fully owned as it was gently urged. 
 
 The reins of government were in his hand ; 
 
 And all things owed obedience to his will. 
 
 But he was there alone. Of all the tribes 
 
 That moved around him, there was found not one, 
 
 To offer him companionship, or be 
 
 A helpmeet for him. None to take away 
 
 The sense of solitude, within his soul, 
 
 With the sweet ministry of love : or yield 
 
 Response to his desires, and enter in 
 
46 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 To his communinofs with his secret self. 
 
 And answering to his needs, Jehovah said, 
 
 It is not good the Man should be alone, 
 
 I '11 make an helpmeet for him. And at once, 
 
 A deep sleep fell upon him. On the ground 
 
 He lay insensible ; yet seemed to see 
 
 The wondrous process, while the hand of God 
 
 Takes from his side, a rib, and closes up 
 
 With flesh instead thereof; and fashions it 
 
 Into a form of faultless beauty, like 
 
 Himself indeed, but more divinely fair. 
 
 And Adam, waking from his sleep, beheld 
 
 This wondrous vision, by the Hand divine, 
 
 Brought to his side ; henceforth to live and move 
 
 In his companionship, a second self; 
 
 His Bride, his heart's delight ; the only one 
 
 In all the universe, to make response 
 
 To thoughts and feelings, moving in his soul : 
 
 To share his joys ; and, by the sharing, fill ! 
 
 O ! the deep rapture of his waking hour, 
 
 When Adam thus, received her; and beheld 
 
 An answering joy awakened in her soul ! 
 
 In what contrasted loveliness they move, 
 
 In converse sweet, through Eden's flowery groves ! 
 
 Majestic beauty throned his ample brow ; 
 
 And contemplation held her royal court, 
 
 With her attendant graces. From his eye, 
 
 A living soul looked forth, that seemed to claim 
 
 Kindred with God, and in His right, to be 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 47 
 
 Exalted head o'er all His works on Earth. 
 Grace reigned in every motion, and controlled 
 The sense of power, beneath its gentler sway. 
 She seemed himself; thou eh fashioned in a mould 
 Of fairer grace than he ; and what appeared 
 Noblest and best in him, was tempered, with 
 A sweeter grace in her. The very air 
 That floated round her person, caught the glow 
 Of beauty from her presence ; and became 
 Bright with her radiance. Was she not designed 
 His complemental self? For Man was formed, 
 A duplicate in being : and, each sex 
 Yields equal elements to make the sum 
 Of human nature, in the equipoise 
 Of its full powers. Equal, not alike ; 
 And not inferior, as some falsely teach. 
 The gentler graces that attracted her 
 To all things sweet and lovely, were not less 
 Important in their sphere, than was the strong 
 And bolder outline of the character 
 God gave to him. Her beauty was the crown 
 Of his perfections ; and his manly strength 
 The pillar of her beauty ; each alike, 
 Finding completeness in the other's gifts. 
 And, as they moved through Eden, hand in hand, 
 In Love's sweet intercourse ; or plucked the fruits 
 That hung, in sweet luxuriance on the boughs ; 
 Or trained the vines, that waved their festooned 
 sweets, 
 
48 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 To greet them as they passed ; or breathed the soft 
 
 And balmy perfume of unnumbered flowers ; 
 
 All things told out their welcome. In the groves, 
 
 Birds warbled forth their greeting ; and with song, 
 
 And frolic motion testified their joy. 
 
 In low-toned cadences, the whispering breeze 
 
 Murmured a quiet joy ; while from afar, 
 
 The sound of falling waters, lulled the ear 
 
 With strains of silvery music. The proud steed, 
 
 Neighed forth his welcome ; while the fiercer tribes, 
 
 That Man's revolt has armed against himself, 
 
 Joined in the gambols of the playful kid. 
 
 The lion sported with the lamb ; or walked 
 
 In stately motion by their side, as Eve 
 
 Laid a caressing hand upon his head. 
 
 All Nature spoke its gladness ; and each tribe 
 
 Made contribution to the general joy. 
 
 V. 
 
 Thus, Man was made in perfect innocence. 
 In innocence, not holiness : for that 
 Grows out of spirit-beauty, which selects 
 Good for itself alone ; and rests therein, 
 Much as the magnet makes the needle rest. 
 It is the inflorescence of the soul ; 
 When, choosing Right and Duty for its own, 
 It opens in the sunlight of the Truth, 
 And blossoms into Liberty and Love. 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 49 
 
 But Man was made in innocence, and might 
 
 Have stood, as he was made ; or carried up 
 
 The process of development, until 
 
 His choice was fixed, against all seeming good, 
 
 To be obedient to the Law of Truth ; 
 
 And grow, in harmony with its demands, 
 
 Up to his highest excellence. He had 
 
 Full power to do so, if he chose. To act, 
 
 Against all motive, coming from without, 
 
 Or else, refrain from acting. He was free, 
 
 With that true freedom, whose distinction, is 
 
 Conformity to Law. And Law is naught, 
 
 But the unchanging principle of Right, 
 
 Which God finds in Himself. The harmony 
 
 Which its first utterance makes through all His 
 
 works. 
 It is the Shadow of the Unseen God 
 Projected o'er His creatures ; and they live 
 In peace and concord, as they live in it. 
 All things that are ; the near and the remote ; 
 Feel its controlling power. The very least 
 As not below it ; and the greatest, as 
 Made great by it, alone. The violet 
 Thus holds communion with the far-off Sun ; 
 And yields its beauty and its fragrance, back 
 As tribute to its power. So Man was meant, 
 To yield his answer to the Law, which sets 
 God in the centre of created things ; 
 And builds up human character, in full 
 
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50 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Accordance with His will. He had the power, 
 
 Within himself, thus to decide for God, 
 
 As flowers might for the sunbeam, if there were 
 
 A reasoning soul within them, which could say, 
 
 I love the sunbeam. It accords with all 
 
 The promptings of my nature. Therefore, I 
 
 Open my bosom to its genial ray ; 
 
 And breathe forth all my sweetness to its touch, 
 
 And live in it alone. He might remain 
 
 In all the glory of his sinless state ; 
 
 Choosing it as his own. Or, he might break 
 
 The tie which bound him to his God ; and go, 
 
 Careering downwards, in an unknown path, 
 
 To meet some unknown end. He has the power. 
 
 And till he meets the question, and decides 
 
 Of his free choice for good ; and fixes thus, 
 
 His state as under Law, his innocence 
 
 Is a negation only. Beautiful ; 
 
 But with no claim of moral worth ; no tint 
 
 Of spirit-beauty, which selects the Good, 
 
 Because it loves it more than all things else. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Man therefore must be tested. Will he keep 
 
 His loyalty to God ; or step aside, 
 
 To a forbidden path, with no excuse, 
 
 But that it was forbidden ? There must be, 
 
 A test of character, that shall decide. 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 51 
 
 And graciously, this test was made to take 
 
 Such slight proportions, that it seemed to speak 
 
 A wantonness of spirit, in the act 
 
 Of disregarding it ; while yet, it placed 
 
 The touchstone, to the metal of his will, 
 
 Disclosing what it was. " Of every tree, 
 
 Within the Garden thou may'st freely eat, 
 
 Excepting only one. Of this alone, 
 
 Thou shalt not take. It was not made for food ; 
 
 And will not serve thy wants. Its fruit affords 
 
 Knowledge of Good and Evil ; and if thou, 
 
 Presume to eat thereof, its penalty 
 
 Shall be enforced against thee. Thou shalt die." 
 
 So ran the First Command. And could a test 
 
 Less burdensome be «;iven ? Was it much, 
 
 That thus, one Tree should lift its fruitful boughs, 
 
 In test of Man's obedience ? Was there not, 
 
 Eden's unbounded fulness, to supply 
 
 His every want ? With all that could delight 
 
 The longing eye, or lusciously, repay 
 
 The most exacting taste ; could Man make out 
 
 A case against his God, who thus, denied 
 
 One object to his touch ? But here, began 
 
 Suggestion of the evil — made, no doubt, 
 
 In seeming innocence ; but made no less, 
 
 By One who knew the evil : and could touch 
 
 Its secret springs of question and desire 
 
 That lead to outward action. What means this ? 
 
 Why may it not be touched ? Why should it spread 
 
52 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Its fruit before us if it speaks alone, 
 
 Of a forbidden act ? Besides, the Tree 
 
 Is one to be desired to make one wise : 
 
 Speaks sweetly to the eye : and to the taste 
 
 Doubtless makes rich return. And if it brings 
 
 Knowledge of Good and Evil ; is not that 
 
 Fruit fit for gods to feed on ? And, are we 
 
 Alone to be denied it ? Is it kind, 
 
 In the Creator, thus, to shut us out 
 
 From knowledge of this mystery ? May we not 
 
 Eat of its fruit and live ; although we know 
 
 The Good and Evil, too? Besides, it bears 
 
 No marks of aught so terrible. Does Death 
 
 Lurk in a thing so fair ? But what is Death ? 
 
 Some fearful evil, clearly : since it stands, 
 
 Fencing the Tree about, as penalty. 
 
 But can man die ? Can this mysterious thing, 
 
 Gain access to a being, formed as we, 
 
 In God's own image ? Does not God know all ? 
 
 And if He dies not, may not we attain 
 
 To knowledge such as His ; and feel the thrill 
 
 Of larger measures of Divinity ? 
 
 But whether this or not ; are we not free 
 
 To follow our own choice? To take what course, 
 
 May seem to us the best ; without the fear 
 
 Of Law or Penalty to sway our choice ? 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 53 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thus reasoned our First Parents ; and at once, 
 
 The outward act betrayed the inward thought. 
 
 They took and ate ! Eve first, as one beguiled 
 
 By subtle reasoning and delusive hopes 
 
 Of something loftier than her present lot, 
 
 Took the forbidden fruit ; and in the glow 
 
 Of its first inspiration, sought to win 
 
 Her husband to her side. She was deceived ! 
 
 But he, with knowledge of her act of sin, 
 
 Joined in the act — choosing a creature's love, 
 
 Before the loyalty he owed his God. 
 
 They took and ate. And lo ! at once they found 
 
 The meaning of the penalty. They knew 
 
 The Evil and the Good ; but found, alas ! 
 
 The Good departed, while the Evil was 
 
 Their own, forevermore. The unseen tie, 
 
 Whose strong attraction bound them to their God, 
 
 And to all beautiful and lovely things, 
 
 At once was severed. Deep within, they feel 
 
 The spirit-wound : for Faith in God was gone ; 
 
 And Love gave place to Fear ; and filial trust 
 
 Yielded to sudden dread. The blush of shame 
 
 Burned on their cheeks, when they looked on and 
 
 saw 
 Their robe of innocency, torn away ; 
 And all the glory of their first estate 
 Laid in the dust forever. There was now 
 
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54 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 A strange, unwonted sense of coming ill ; 
 
 A deep unrest ; a fluttering sense of fear ; 
 
 And Paradise was Paradise, no more. 
 
 Its glorious beauties all remained the same ; 
 
 The trees were still as grand; the flowers as sweet; 
 
 The birds as beautiful : the air as full 
 
 Of melody and fragrance as before. 
 
 But they perceived it not. The sense of guilt 
 
 Was in their heart ; coming to them, in dreams ; 
 
 And peopling e'en the silence of the night; 
 
 With forms of evil, never known till then. 
 
 It started into shape before their eyes ; 
 
 Made dumb things speak ; and, in the thought of 
 
 God, 
 Shook them with strange commotion, clothing Him, 
 With all the human elements of wrath, 
 For their transgression. And they slunk away 
 To seek a shelter 'mid the friendly trees. 
 All things accused them. Nature felt the stroke 
 Of Man's rebellion ; and in all her powers, 
 Arrayed herself to visit the deep wrong 
 Of Sin upon his head. Its sudden jar, 
 Made discord in her music — bringing forth 
 Harsh notes of sorrow, suffering and pain, 
 Where God intended peace. And still, she tells 
 The story of his guilt, which finds a voice 
 In all her creatures. Are they not involved 
 In his transgression ? Do not its results 
 Subject them to a servitude, whose chains 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 55 
 
 They never, else had borne ? Are they not made, 
 
 Subject to vanity? And as they turn 
 
 To Man, their master, with imploring eyes, 
 
 It is as if they charged him with the wrongs, 
 
 They suffer at his hands ! And who can feel 
 
 That he is guiltless here ? Or, feeling this, 
 
 Restrain his exultation at the thought 
 
 Of the mute prophecy, in which she waits 
 
 The Coming Day, which shall at last, restore 
 
 Her lost inheritance — lost not by her — 
 
 And, with the glorious liberty, decreed 
 
 The sons of God, shall once more, make her free ? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The brightness of the day had lost itself, 
 
 In the delicious coolness of the eve ; 
 
 When God came down to judgment. Yesterday, 
 
 They would have hailed His coming. Now, alas ! 
 
 They stand, abashed before Him ; for the sense 
 
 Of guilt within the soul, interprets God, 
 
 According to its nature ; and they seek 
 
 A shelter from His presence, though He comes 
 
 To give them hope in ruin ; and to twine 
 
 The words of promise round their fallen state ! 
 
 Adam ! where art thou ? said the Voice Divine. 
 
 I was afraid, he answered, when I saw 
 
 That I was naked ; and I hid myself. 
 
 Who told thee, thou wast naked ? Hast thou done, 
 
56 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 What I commanded thee, thou should'st not do ? 
 
 Did I not tell thee, Death was in that fruit ? 
 
 And now its doom is on thee, evermore ! 
 
 For dying, thou shalt die. The earth shall yield, 
 
 Unwillingly, its produce to thy toil. 
 
 And thorns and thistles shall proclaim the curse 
 
 Thy sin has brought upon it. All thy days, 
 
 Thou shalt in sorrow eat thereof, till thou 
 
 Return to dust again. For out of it, 
 
 Thou at the first wast taken. Dust thou art, 
 
 And unto dust shalt thou return ! But still, 
 
 Not unrelieved thy sentence shall be found ; 
 
 The Woman's Seed shall bruise the Serpent's head. 
 
 And out of this great evil shall be brought 
 
 Redemption from all evil. But for thee, 
 
 Eden is home no more. Thou must £0 forth 
 
 To till the ground, and subjugate the earth, 
 
 Deprived of her first fruitfulness by thee ! 
 
 And from its beauteous borders they went forth, 
 
 With slow, reluctant, and despairing steps. 
 
 For, should they see their Eden-Home, no more ? 
 
 No more, for them, its glorious flowers should 
 
 bloom, 
 Or balmy air delight ! Its luscious fruits, 
 Whose rich profusion tempted every sense, 
 Should yield their stores no more ; but rugged toil 
 Win its unwilling produce from the Earth. 
 And as they linger near its sacred bounds, 
 Behold ! the Cherubim commenced their watch 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 57 
 
 About its borders ; and the flaming sword 
 
 Kept fiery guard around the Tree of Life ! 
 
 Yet, not unmixed with mercy was the stroke 
 
 Of judgment which o'ertook them. For the fruit 
 
 Of Life's fair Tree had power to give them life. 
 
 Life, in the flesh : Life, while revolving years 
 
 Added their burden to the weary frame 
 
 Longing for rest, but sharing evermore, 
 
 An immortality of dying life ! 
 
 Thus they went forth from Eden ; knowing not 
 
 The future that awaited them ; alone, 
 
 And unprotected, save as girt about, 
 
 With the invisible, but strong defence, 
 
 With which their higher nature hedged them round. 
 
 And much they needed it: for Nature's tribes 
 
 Ceased from their gentle ministry to Man, 
 
 When he forgot allegiance to his God ! 
 
 That was the tie that bound them. His revolt 
 
 Snapped it asunder ; and to active life, 
 
 Summoned ferocious passions, which had else, 
 
 Slumbered in quietude. The Lion leaped 
 
 Upon the harmless kid, that but of late, 
 
 Had gambolled with him, on the flowery mead. 
 
 The timid dove fled, trembling, from the hawk, 
 
 That fiercely struck it down. The lamb, that cropped 
 
 The flowery herbage, trembled with a sense 
 
 Of fear, unknown before, as stealthily, 
 
 The tiger crouched to leap upon his prey. 
 
 All things attested the new element 
 
58 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Of Evil in the world : and showed that Sin, 
 Breaking the tie that bound Man to his God, 
 Destroyed the harmony of all His works ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 And thus they stood outside of Paradise, 
 There to return no more. They could not know 
 What glorious germs of truth were folded up, 
 In the First Promise : as some lovely flower 
 Is folded in its seed. They knew, indeed, 
 That God had interposed. But in what form, 
 That interference would reveal itself: 
 What was the meaning of the Woman's Seed ; 
 The* bruising of the Serpent's head ; or how 
 Their Maker would accomplish this ; was yet 
 Involved in darkness. They must learn to wait. 
 And thus time passed ; and as the race increased, 
 Sin varied its disclosures, till the Earth 
 Opened its mouth, and drank in Abel's blood, 
 Shed by his brother's hand. And Time passed on, 
 And wickedness increased ; and men became 
 Corrupt upon the Earth ; and in the course 
 Of their three times three hundred years, attained 
 Gigantic stature in their wickedness. 
 Then judgment came upon them; and the Flood 
 Swept them away ; and o'er its troubled waves, 
 The Ark rode peacefully, and bore within, 
 The seed of a new race, which should possess 
 
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 The Earth again, when from its watery grave, 
 
 It should arise, to run once more, the course 
 
 Of God's forbearance with the sin of Man ! 
 
 Slowly and reverently, at God's command, 
 
 Noah went forth, to repossess the Earth. 
 
 Silence was all around ; for of the vast 
 
 And teeming multitudes, that lately thronged 
 
 Its busy surface, he alone remained ! 
 
 He and his family : and in the hush 
 
 Of its deep solitude, he offers up 
 
 His tribute of adoring love and praise. 
 
 And as the patriarch bows himself in prayer, 
 
 Jehovah answers, — There shall be, no more, 
 
 A flood of waters to destroy the earth. 
 
 Behold ! I set my Bow within the clouds ; 
 
 And it shall be, through everlasting years 
 
 A sign of this my covenant with the earth, 
 
 And every creature on it. When I bring 
 
 A cloud upon the earth, the bow shall be 
 
 Within the cloud ; and, bending its bright arch 
 
 Of glory o'er its darkness, sweetly speak, 
 
 In smiles and tears, of peace from God to Man ! 
 
 And, as He spoke, lo ! bursting from the clouds, 
 
 A glorious vision bent its radiant arch 
 
 Of many-colored light, above the spot 
 
 Where Noah stood and worshipped ; trembling 
 
 there, 
 As if in ecstasy, at the delight 
 Its presence would procure the sons of men. 
 
60 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 So, through the ages, it has been for God, 
 
 A witness unto Man. Children at play, 
 
 Start up with joyous shout, and clap their hands, 
 
 In welcome of its coming. On his couch, 
 
 The sick man turns, to gaze with longing eye, 
 
 Upon its loveliness ; and think, perhaps, 
 
 Of that bright Home beyond its glowing belt 
 
 Where sickness never comes ! The old man leans 
 
 Upon his staff to gaze ; and reverently, 
 
 Reads God's own writing in a thing so fair. 
 
 All Nature seems at peace. The birds pour out 
 
 Their sweetest songs ; as if they felt the joy 
 
 Its presence sheds around ; while purer light 
 
 Seems to invest each object where it shines ! 
 
 And thus, the Earth was saved, for endless years ; 
 
 And God's own token of the Covenant, 
 
 Set in the heavens to tell how sure it is ! 
 
 X. 
 
 Not long remembered, was the lesson taught 
 By this sharp stroke of judgment. Sin went on 
 In its development ; and spread its blight 
 And desolation round it. Men presumed 
 To form conspiracies upon the earth, 
 Against the God of Heaven. Defiantly, 
 They sought to make a name, and rear a Throne, 
 Whose universal power should send its sway 
 Throughout the ages ; and embrace in one, 
 
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 The nations of the earth. And so, they laid 
 Its strong foundations ; and presumed to rear 
 Its massive walls, when God came near to check 
 The impious design, and scattered them, 
 Abroad upon the earth. And, from that hour, 
 Babel has stood, to all succeeding time, 
 A monument of folly, and of guilt ; 
 A synonymn for every thought of Man 
 That seeks to be a God unto itself. 
 
 XI. 
 
 But did God leave him thus ? Did He consent, 
 
 That Man should carry out his own designs, 
 
 Without the counter-working of the Thought 
 
 Which, in the end, should bring the wanderer back, 
 
 To His own arms again ? No. From the first, 
 
 The Counsel of Redemption was at work 
 
 To compass this design ; as through the night, 
 
 He silently prepares the coming day. 
 
 For, if Man's spirit is to be redeemed 
 
 From Sin's control ; not in Creative power, 
 
 Is the redemption found. By moral force 
 
 Alone, is spirit moved ; and that is gained 
 
 By slow degrees, as moral qualities 
 
 Display their presence. Would you lay again 
 
 The strong foundation of a child-like trust, 
 
 Once overturned? Such trust is born of love. 
 
 And Love springs out of qualities that win 
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62 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 The spirit's homage. And, ere we can stretch 
 The arms of our affection out to God, 
 And rest upon His bosom ; He must be 
 The Father of our spirits ; known as such, 
 For us His rebel children. He must show 
 How He had borne the burden of our guilt, 
 Upon His heart, when we had lost the power 
 To comprehend our guilt. He must abide 
 In patient waiting, for the end in view ; 
 And lay the long procession of events, 
 That are to bring it in. From first to last, 
 The work is His alone. And when He stands 
 In the full light of His accomplished Thought ; 
 When His great love has wrought out its design ; 
 Until it puts its crown of glory on, 
 In Jesus Christ the Manifested God ; 
 Then shall that love be found to be the power 
 Of new-creation in the souls of men ; 
 Awaking there, the thrill of a new life, 
 That sweetly answers back God's Fatherhood, 
 With the new sense of Sonship ; and that loves, 
 Because His love constrains it. Therefore, He, 
 Not in His works, but in His character 
 Must show Himself to Man. He must remove 
 The misconceptions Sin had introduced 
 About Himself; and show how, from the first, 
 He calmly waited for the day to come 
 When Man should know, and knowing trust His 
 God. 
 
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 Meanwhile, He poured His royal bounties out, 
 In Nature's countless ministries for good ; 
 Content to be belied, e'en in His gifts ; 
 Bearing the Calvary of His patient love ; 
 Rejoicing still, that, e'en at such a cost, 
 He could become Redemption to the souls 
 That Sin had severed from their trust in God. 
 This was His meaning ; and the ages were 
 The stepping-stones, on which Jehovah moved, 
 In tracing out His Great Design for Man. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Its lines advance ; but only as the dawn 
 Grows to the perfect day. No sudden change 
 Marks its development : as through the gloom, 
 There steals a trace of light, so faint and dim, 
 You almost question if it is the light ? 
 And yet it glows and deepens and extends, 
 Until it floods the landscape with its beams. 
 Thus unobserved, among the sons of men, 
 Was God's great movement, in the going forth 
 Of an old man, from Home and Fatherland, 
 To dwell — he knew not where. No sudden change 
 Told of the deed ; and yet, the morning dawn 
 Was speeding onward, from the hour when God 
 Called Abram from his home and Father's house. 
 He had no sign, but God's express command ; 
 No token but his faith : and yet he went ; 
 
64 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Went without question ; leaving all to Him 
 Who bade him go. " Look now and count the stars, 
 If thou canst number them ; " and he looked up ; 
 And as their glittering host marched silently, 
 Across the sky, the Voice Divine replied, 
 " So shall thy seed be." And the patriarch's heart 
 Breathed, odor-like, its sweet amen to God ! * 
 In him and in his seed, the nations were 
 To be completely blessed. The Woman's Seed, 
 In Whom all promises would be fulfilled, 
 Should come through him ; and all the nations were 
 To own him for a blessing. What, if yet, 
 He had no child ? Was not the Promiser 
 Equal to what He promised ? Would He not 
 Make good His word ; and^vindicate the faith, 
 That rested on it ? He would calmly wait, 
 And go forth in the path He bade him tread. 
 And, as he went, the light before him grew ; 
 The scene extended ; and his vision ranged 
 O'er wider fields of truth, until he stood 
 In the full glory of that perfect trust 
 That crives its best to God. And all the lio-ht 
 That floods the world to-day ; each hope that glows 
 With immortality, shines on our path, 
 As the unfolding of that first, faint beam 
 
 * It is a beautiful thing, I think, that the Hebrew renders 
 this, " he amcncd Jehovah " — /. e. was fixed and stable and 
 sure in his mind, toward Him. And this is believing. 
 
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 That, scarcely, tinged the sky, when he went forth 
 
 To seek a heavenly country. It was all 
 
 Embraced potentially, in that command ; 
 
 Much as the acorn shuts, within its folds, 
 
 The oak of centuries. From him, has sprung 
 
 A line of witnesses for God, by whom 
 
 His truth has been preserved ; and every age 
 
 Has seen that line sweep onward, telling o'er 
 
 The story of God's dealings in the past, 
 
 And looking for the future ; when the scroll 
 
 Of all the promises shall be unrolled, 
 
 And Israel stand, redeemed, regenerate, 
 
 The royal nation, 'mid Earth's ransomed tribes, 
 
 Filling the world with fruit. And thus, one race 
 
 Was set apart as chosen witnesses 
 
 For God and for His Truth, evermore ! 
 
 XIII. 
 
 A thousand years sweep onward ; and the seed, 
 Promised to Abraham, had now become 
 A mighty nation ; ruling in the midst 
 Of the surrounding nations, with a sway 
 That all respected ; tempered, wise and strong. 
 A strangely chequered history was theirs ! 
 Captives in Egypt, they had groaned beneath 
 The rod of their Oppressors ; but their God, 
 Their Fathers' God, came forth in their behalf; 
 And broke the power that bowed them to the dust; 
 
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66 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 And brought them out, and with a mighty hand, 
 
 Gave them a heritage within the Land, 
 
 Promised their Fathers ; and from all their tribes, 
 
 Selected one, to take the kingly place, 
 
 Ere royalty was dreamed of. From its midst, 
 
 One Family was taken ; and from that, 
 
 One Man selected, as the Special Head 
 
 Of all the tribes, thro' whom the Woman's Seed, 
 
 Was to come forth. And David sits, enthroned, 
 
 The Chosen Head, collecting in Himself, 
 
 The scattered rays of promises that told 
 
 Of the Deliverer from the Chains of Sin ; 
 
 Celestial visions on his spirit rose ; 
 
 And heavenly harmonies, to him unknown, 
 
 Moved rapturously, within ; and tides of thought, 
 
 Whose living power he knew not, heaved and fell, 
 
 As waves do in the Ocean, sending out 
 
 Their eddies to the farthest bounds of Life. 
 
 He touched his harp ; and through the nations rolled 
 
 A tide of song, rich, glorious and divine. 
 
 It sparkled with the light of every hope, 
 
 That glows within the heart. It took the shade 
 
 Of every thought of sadness ; and it touched 
 
 The electric cord, that binds the soul of man, 
 
 To Life, beyond the Grave ; and waked the thrill 
 
 Of an immortal hope. In every stage, 
 
 Of human life, his melodies Divine, 
 
 Have been the stay of thousands. They have come, 
 
 Like angel-forms, to strengthen us when weak ; 
 
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 To comfort us when sad ; and lift the veil, 
 That Sin has dropped, betwixt the soul and God. 
 And thus the lines of Progress were defined ; 
 And God's First Promise shaped the instruments 
 Of its fulfilment, in the Woman's Seed : 
 The Root and Offspring of the royal head 
 Of Judah's honored line : The Central Point, 
 Of all the glory of the works of God ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Time rolled away ; and on its tide was borne 
 What seemed the wreck of all that went before. 
 For Israel was dismembered ; and its tribes 
 Were carried captives, into other lands, 
 Whence they returned, no more. The nation's sin 
 Cast off the crown of glory from their head ; 
 Broke down the wall of their defence ; and left 
 The nation helpless, in the midst of foes. 
 Judah remained. For yet, a little while, 
 It kept its loyalty to God ; and held 
 Its place among the nations. But the taint 
 Of their idolatry diffused itself 
 Among the chosen people. All the past, 
 Seemed a forgotten history. No more 
 The nation's heart beat truly for its God ; 
 But joined in idol-worship ; and to things, 
 Which their own hands had fashioned, gave the 
 praise, 
 
68 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Which should have been the perfume of their hearts, 
 To Him who gave them all. Then came the stroke 
 Of Judgment on them ; and by Babel's streams, 
 They hung their harps upon the willows, and 
 In bitterness of spirit, mourned the sin, 
 That drove them from their home. The evening 
 
 breeze, 
 Sighing in mournful cadences, awoke 
 Responsive murmurs from the strings, which once 
 Made joyous music unto Israel's God. 
 And memories of their home and native-land, 
 Moved tenderly, within them ; while the tear 
 Stealing, unconsciously adown the cheek, 
 Told of the heart's deep secret ; as the drops 
 That Night suspends on grass and leaf and flower, 
 Tell of the absence of the Sun, whose heat 
 Creates this crystal jewelry. And thus, 
 Seasons revolve ; and to the years assigned 
 For their captivity, the end drew near. 
 And men return, as hoary-headed sires ; 
 Feeble and bent with age, who in the flush 
 Of early childhood, joined the captive train, 
 Not knowing what it meant. Yet from the land 
 Of their dispersion, Judah must come back 
 That in the line of David might be born 
 David's anointed Head ; the Woman's Seed 
 Fulfiller of the promises ; for Whom, 
 All things that are, exist. And thus, behind 
 The rise and fall of nations ; and the powers 
 
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 That men assign as leading up to these ; 
 Is found a Something, greater than them all. 
 Working unseen ; spreading itself, unknown ; 
 Pervading motives ; leading on to acts ; 
 And shaping human history. And when, 
 Men seem the freest from all outward strain ; 
 Self-poised and self-determined ; they are but 
 The chisel that rough-hews the grand designs 
 Of a controlling God, whose purposes 
 Run through the changes, which, like ocean- waves, 
 Sweep o'er the face of nations. Kings and Lords, 
 Captains and Counsellors, believe themselves 
 The architects of History : building here ; 
 Destroying there ; and thinking that their plans, 
 Were the great ends involved. Will they not learn 
 That History has a meaning? That it marks 
 The mile-stones, in the progress of the Race, 
 Towards God and Freedom ? That the helpers here, 
 However lowly, work in line with God, 
 Although they know it not ? And if their thoughts 
 Reach not beyond the acts in which they moved ; 
 The acts alone are theirs ; while the results 
 Work for the furtherance of the General Scheme, 
 By which the Evil shall be met at last, 
 And put away forever, by the might 
 Of God's transforming love, as seen and felt 
 In Christ, the Coming One. And so, I look, 
 With awe and gratitude, on the return 
 Of Judah's thousands to their native land. 
 
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 The Promise calls them back ! The Woman's Seed 
 Unborn, awaits the progress of events, 
 Which, in the fulness of the time, should be 
 The sign of His appearing. And they come, 
 Not knowing why they come. A Heathen king 
 Prepares their way before them ; knowing not 
 The secret spring, from which his action flows. 
 And Judah seeks his native home, once more, 
 That in the Land of Promise might be born, 
 The World's Restorer, as the prophets said. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Meanwhile, through ages past, prophets and seers 
 Had told of His appearing. They had gone 
 Like painters to the canvas, sketching there, 
 Some feature of His character and work. 
 And still, as ages passed, they came and stood 
 By the prophetic page ; and silently, 
 And, without comprehension of the truth, 
 Their words embodied, carried out some line 
 Of the Great Portrait, which unconsciously, 
 Was erowincr into form beneath their touch. 
 And now, it stands complete ! Lo ! here it is ! 
 The Marvel of all marvels ! God's Great Thought, 
 Before the worlds were made ; now spoken out, 
 On the prophetic page, and taking form 
 In the Restorer of the World from Sin. 
 See ! what a heavenly light beams round Him, here ! 
 
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 Light, self-derived! Light, streaming from Himself! 
 The page grows luminous that tells of Him. 
 From Him comes forth the glory ; and in Him, 
 Resides the secret power that lifts His name, 
 Above all other names ; and round His brow, 
 Wreathes that celestial halo, which suggests 
 How radiant are men's thoughts concerning Him ! 
 Thus, for four thousand years, His portrait grew 
 To its divine completion. Line by line, 
 Was added to its outline : till the page 
 Of Inspiration glowed with this one thought. 
 The glory of the Coming One ! And there, 
 It stands, to-day, the Wonder of the World ! 
 His Name; His Lineage; Office; place of birth; 
 His character — in all the radiant lines 
 That centre in Him, from opposing sides, 
 Godhead and Manhood — all were here portrayed 
 In lines of living light. His death for Sin ; 
 His rising from the grave; and the results 
 That should flow on through everlasting years, 
 From His great work, are all distinctly lined 
 In this Word-Portrait, which the Book of God 
 Holds up before our view ; that, when He came, 
 The watchers for His coming-, might exclaim, 
 Lo ! This is He ! The Woman's Promised Seed ! 
 The World's Restorer ! He has come at last ! 
 
J2 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 And now the Time has come ; and angels tell 
 To shepherds, watching on Judea's plains, 
 The story of His birth. Was it not meet, 
 That Heaven should send forth its angelic throngs. 
 To greet His coming, in this lowly guise, 
 Whom they had worshipped as the Lord of all ? 
 And now draw near ; and with a gentle tread, 
 Approach His Manger-Cradle ! See ! what grace 
 Is throned upon His brow ! What loveliness, 
 Marks every feature ! How the living soul 
 Looks through the clear depths of His radiant eye, 
 Unconscious of the mystery of His birth ! 
 And yet it speaks of something, which, till now, 
 Was never joined to one of woman born ! 
 See there, the Virgin- Mother ! What a light 
 Gleams in her eye ! What reverence blends with 
 
 love, 
 As, looking down upon that Infant-Form, 
 Nestling upon her bosom, she recalls 
 The secret of His birth ! Does she not know 
 The mystery that attends it ? Was He not, 
 Fashioned within her? Nourished from her frame ? 
 Was not His form, the miniature of hers ? 
 Beneath her bosom, was it not sustained ? 
 And yet, whence came its germ ? O ! was it less 
 Than a direct exertion of His power, 
 Who formed the First Man from the dust ? If now, 
 
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 He builds the Second, in the Virgin's womb, 
 
 Is not the power as truly His ? The act 
 
 As much divine ? Is He not moving- on, 
 
 To rear the Temple, where The Christ shall dwell, 
 
 In manifesting God ? And she has part 
 
 In this great wonder ! She is chosen, out 
 
 Of all earth's countless thousands, as the one, 
 
 In whom the. Lord of Glory shall put on 
 
 His garniture of flesh! And as this thought 
 
 Rises within her, with a hush of awe, 
 
 She looks upon her Babe : and bows her head, 
 
 In lowly worship to the Lord of all ! 
 
 How reverently, the Wise men from the East, 
 
 Led by that wondrous Star, display their gifts ; 
 
 Prophetic of His Character and Work ! 
 
 And now the Shepherds enter! It is true, 
 
 Just as the angels said. The promised sign 
 
 Is here, before them. In the Manger, lies 
 
 The new-born Saviour : and with joy, they tell 
 
 The tale, the angels told ; and to their flocks, 
 
 Return again, with wonder in their hearts, 
 
 And songs upon their lips. The Christ has come ! 
 
 Sing ! O, ye ransomed nations ! Tell it out, 
 
 Ye dwellers in the islands ! Let the Sea 
 
 Lift up its voice ; and Earth, through all her 
 
 coasts, 
 Ring out the joyous notes, The Christ has come / 
 The Christ! Ordained before the World was made ! 
 The Christ ! Enwrapping all the purposes 
 
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74 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Of God, within Himself: alike if they 
 
 Reach back to the past ages, or spread out 
 
 Through the unending future. All, in Him, 
 
 Attain their full unfolding, for He is, 
 
 All these, within Himself. The First : The Last : 
 
 The Soul ; The Seal of all the promises ; 
 
 Beginning of Creation, and its Crown. 
 
 The vital Breath of all God's works ; Himself, 
 
 Including all things ! He has come at last ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Here let me pause and wonder ! In this Birth, 
 I see the blossom of the Germ of Hope, 
 Which God, first, planted in the Soul of Man ! 
 The bud unfolding, is the Living Christ ! 
 Here, He comes near to help me ! Here He takes 
 My nature into union with Himself. 
 Here He becomes my Brother ! Taking part 
 In all my weakness, yet without my sin. 
 But here, my sin is pressing on His heart, 
 As bringing Him to this. Why lies He here ? 
 What overpowering need led up to this ? 
 What but His creatures' ruin ? On His heart 
 He took the burden of my sin. My guilt 
 Went to His soul, and wrought Him grief and pain ; 
 Which lay upon Him, as a Father's grief 
 For his rebellious child ! And so, He came, 
 Out of the glory of His own estate ; 
 
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 And put the vestments of our nature on ; 
 And, as the Babe of Bethlehem, lay down 
 In this, His Manger-Cradle ; passing through 
 Each stage of our humanity, that there, 
 He mio-ht reveal God's wondrous love to Man. 
 He told it out through life ; and, on the Cross, 
 Completed its revealing. Here we learn 
 The fulness of its meaning. He could give 
 Himself, a Sacrifice ; and thus, become 
 The power of a new-life, in guilty souls. 
 And from the first, this was the scene which rose 
 Before His vision. Ere the worlds were made, 
 Redemption was His purpose. He foresaw 
 The entrance of man's sin : and all the ills 
 That follow in its train. The grand results, 
 Which, rainbow-like, should bend their glowing 
 
 arch, 
 Above our fallen race, when the dark cloud 
 Of Man's transgressions, had become the means 
 Of showing forth the riches of His Love, 
 Were all before His view. The angel's Sone 
 Was His fixed purpose everlastingly. 
 He saw the Babe of Bethlehem ; and traced 
 The pathway, which the Man of Sorrows trod : 
 And as He looked, He owned the thrill of joy, 
 Which full Redemption gives ; although He knew, 
 The Manger and the Cross alike were His. 
 
y6 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 O ! for the power to lift the veil, which hides 
 The secret of His Childhood ! How we yearn, 
 To trace some mark of His expanding soul, 
 And learn the processes, through which He gained 
 The knowledge of Himself. Was. it the smile, 
 Born of a Mother's love, that first awoke 
 His consciousness of love ? Was it the truths, 
 Taught at her knee, that started, in His thoughts 
 Those undefined conceptions of Himself, 
 That hovered near the mystery of His Birth, 
 Without the power to read it ? Who can tell 
 The heavenly agencies that moved within, 
 And thrilled Him with a living sympathy, 
 With all the works of God ? There was a voice, 
 Deep ; solemn ; musical ; in Nature's moods, 
 That told Him of her mysteries. Sunset clouds 
 Glowed with the glory of a God, unseen, 
 But shadowed in His works. The evening breeze 
 Whispered His Name, in cadence soft and low ; 
 The lilies of the field spoke of His care ; 
 While every bird, that warbled forth its song, 
 Became a witness for Him. Day by day, 
 Made new disclosures to Him ; and the Night, 
 As she put on her coronet of stars, 
 Told of the many mansions, where should dwell 
 The bands of His Redeemed. The ripening grain 
 Spoke of the Coming Harvest ; and the tares, 
 
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 That grew in the same field, in silent tones, 
 
 Told of the Separation, yet to come. 
 
 And thus, the volume of His Father's Works 
 
 Revealed its hidden meaning- : while His Word 
 
 Brought tribute to His Mission. Here He learned 
 
 God's thoughts about Himself; the Great Design, 
 
 He came to carry forward ; and the ends, 
 
 He should accomplish. Hence, the Spirit took 
 
 The doctrines He should teach, which blossomed 
 
 out, 
 From the dry stem of the Prophetic Word, 
 When He became their meaning. Morn by morn, 
 His Heavenly Teacher wakened Him to hear.* 
 Truth rose upon Him, as the morning light 
 Dawns on the landscape. And with its increase 
 He yielded up Himself, to each demand, 
 It made upon Him ; till its subtle power 
 Pervaded His whole Being, and each thought 
 
 * Very striking is the testimony borne by the Prophets to 
 this great truth. " The Lord God hath given Me the tongue 
 of the learned '; that I might know how to speak a word in 
 season to him that is weary. He wakeneth morning by morn- 
 ing : He wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned. The Lord 
 God hath opened mine ear, and L was not rebellious, neither 
 turned away back. 
 
 "I gave My back to the smiter; and My cheek to them 
 that plucked off the hair. I hid not My face, from shame and 
 spitting." — Ls. 1. 4-7. 
 
 It was all made known to Him by the Holy Spirit ; who 
 " morning by morning,'''' wakened Him to hear ! 
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78 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Grew in the light. Celestial harmonies, 
 
 Unheard by all beside, attuned His soul, 
 
 In sweet accord with all the will of God. 
 
 The secrets of the past eternity 
 
 Were all revealed before Him ; and He saw, 
 
 In the clear sunlight of the Thoughts of God, 
 
 The work He came to do, just as it stood 
 
 Before His vision, ere He stooped to take 
 
 The garb of our humanity. And as 
 
 The great conception rose before His view 
 
 He sweetly breathed His spirit's one response — 
 
 / come to do what in Thy Book I trace : 
 
 Lo ! I delight to do Thy will, My God ! 
 
 XIX. 
 
 And now He stands prepared. But who can trace 
 The lines of beauty and of glory, which 
 Attend Him in His w r ork ? He spoke ; and men 
 Listened with wonder ; for His words came forth, 
 Fresh as the sunbeam, shedding heavenly light, 
 On every theme He touched. He never stood 
 Below His subject, working up His way, 
 From premise to conclusion ; but as One 
 Who was Himself the Truth, He told it out, 
 In words divinely clear. There was an air, 
 Of majesty about Him, which bespoke 
 Authority to teach ; yet clothed itself, 
 In such transparent truthfulness, that men 
 
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 Allowed His claim, e'en when it soared the most. 
 He drew not from the Schools ; and nothing owed 
 To those that went before ; but stood alone, 
 As truly as the sunbeam, when it comes 
 Into the midst of darkness ; shedding light, 
 As from its Central Source. He spoke of God ; 
 His Fatherhood ; His love ; His tender care 
 For all His creatures ; and His words have, since. 
 Been sounding through the ages, telling o'er 
 The story of that love. The humblest flower, 
 Lifting its bright eye on us, from the sod, 
 In tremulous emotion, seems to speak 
 Of Him who clothed it, in a dress so fair. 
 The birds repeat the story ; and sing out, 
 With gushing sweetness, of His constant care. 
 An atmosphere of love surrounds the world ; 
 And though they know it not, His creatures move 
 And have their being in it. All His works 
 Acquire new meaning in the glorious light 
 Which Jesus shed around them. Nothing, now, 
 Wears the same aspect, as before we knew 
 The story of the Fatherhood of God ; 
 And how, in the humanity of Christ, 
 All men are brethren. In His wondrous life, 
 There was a beauty, answering to His word. 
 Pure, holy, harmless, separate from sin ; 
 He felt the thrill of tenderest sympathy 
 For those whom Sin had ruined. See Him stand, 
 In the calm majesty of silent power, 
 
80 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 As round about Him, lay the halt, the blind, 
 The lunatic, the palsied, the possessed ; 
 No word was spoken ; yet He felt the plea 
 Of silent eloquence, with which their need 
 Spoke to His heart. For were they not His work? 
 His creatures, ruined, but His creatures still ? 
 Did He not bear their sickness on His heart? 
 Was not their o-rief His sorrow? Did He not 
 Feel, as His own, the burdens they endured ? 
 And so He answered to their wordless plaint, 
 And healed them all. At His enabling word, 
 The blind received their sight ; the flush of health 
 Glowed in the leper's cheek; the dumb man spake; 
 The dead were raised ; and devils fled away, 
 From those whom they possessed. He wiped the 
 
 tears 
 From weeping eyes, and answered to the touch 
 Of every human sorrow. In the midst 
 Of men, oppressed with want and carking care ; 
 Weary and heavy-laden ; knowing not 
 The secrets of their burden ; He stood up, 
 And spoke the secret of His Gospel out, 
 Come unto Me, and I will give you rest ! 
 Death reigned on every hand; but He was Life ; 
 And came to give that life. He was Himself, 
 The Resurrection ; and in Him alone, 
 Death loses all its power. And so He came, 
 Revealing God, while He seemed only Man ; 
 And lifting Man up to the Thought of God ! 
 
THE UNFOLDING. 8l 
 
 There was a faultless harmony in all 
 
 He did, and said and was. No discord marred 
 
 The music of His life, which flowed along 
 
 In its divine perfection ; and men looked 
 
 And saw a -perfect character, displayed 
 
 In all the actions of His wondrous Life ! 
 
 He was the Central Figure, in the light 
 
 Of the Prophetic Word ; the Pearl of price ; 
 
 Giving its best and hidden beauties out, 
 
 When held at different angles to the Sun ! 
 
 And thus He lived ; unfolding day by day, 
 
 More of the truth ; moved by a perfect love ; 
 
 And yielding its full answer on the Cross ! 
 
 XX. 
 
 Here I would stand and gaze ; for here I learn 
 The secrets of His nature. Here I find 
 The glory of His being. Man can mount 
 Up to the thought of Power ; and thrill beneath 
 Its inspiration. He can comprehend 
 Wisdom and Justice, Holiness and Truth. 
 The tenderness of Pity, He can feel ; 
 And move responsive to the touch of Wrath. 
 And these belong to God. They enter in, 
 As factors of His Being. They are parts 
 Of the grand total of His character ; 
 Modes of His Spirit's action ; touching not 
 The secret of His nature. But the Cross 
 
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82 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Reveals Himself. It shows me how He is, 
 At once the Wisdom and the Power of God, 
 In His Self-Sacrifice. It lifts the veil, 
 That hides the inner workings of a Love, 
 Deep, tender, self-forgetful ; thinking not 
 Of its own pleasure ; living for the sake 
 Of those whom it can bless ; becoming thus, 
 The power of a new life, in guilty souls ; 
 Dispensing good, as His one answer to 
 Each form of ill around Him ; breathing out 
 Blessings for curses, as the Sandal-Tree 
 Perfumes the axe that wounds it.* O ! the Cross 
 Illustrates all ; and blends them all in one, 
 Broad stream of light ; and darkness flees away; 
 And every problem finds its solvent here ; 
 And Sin is met ; and judged and put away ; 
 That it may spread no more. And every doubt 
 Looking thereon, forgets its power to harm, 
 And sits transformed before the Cross of Christ ! 
 Here let me stand and gaze ; for here my soul 
 Is melted and subdued. The things of earth 
 
 * I do not know whether this is my own thought or not. 
 Sir William Jones has preserved an exquisite verse of Persian 
 poetry, which is as sweet as the odor of this tree. It is this : 
 
 The Sandal-Tree perfumes when riven 
 
 The axe that lays it low : 
 Let man that hopes to be forgiven, 
 
 Forgive and bless his foe. 
 
 Is there not room enough for both comparisons ? 
 
 
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 Here seem to fade away, and leave behind 
 
 The deathless issues of Redeeming Love ! 
 
 That Cross is not, as men believed it once, 
 
 The place of Shame and Death ; but all aglow, 
 
 With the indwelling and outshining light 
 
 Of majesty and splendor. For it is 
 
 The meeting-place of Justice, Mercy, Truth. 
 
 Here they link hands together ; here combine 
 
 To write the glorious sentence, God is Love, 
 
 And wreathe it as a crown upon His brow. 
 
 Here God comes nigh to tell me what He is. 
 
 Here He reveals Himself: here stoops to take 
 
 His rebel-child into His arms again. 
 
 Rebel no more ; but conquered by the might 
 
 Of His omnipotent, ungrudging, love. 
 
 This, this is all I need ; only to know 
 
 The Cross of Christ, in its transforming power. 
 
 Long had the thought of God come to my soul 
 
 Through a false medium ; and He seemed to me, 
 
 Hard, cold, unfeeling ; watching o'er my way, 
 
 To find account against me. For my sin 
 
 Had dug a gulf, I had no power to cross : 
 
 And thrust me from His presence ; clothing Him 
 
 With all the enmity that had its seat, 
 
 In my own heart, alone. My faith was gone ; 
 
 I could no longer, trust. For my great sin 
 
 Came and sat down betwixt my soul and God. 
 
 I had no power to pass it. There it sat, 
 
 Dark, silent, motionless ; by day and night, 
 
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 Forever there ; shutting me out from God ! 
 
 But here I see Him, with a tender love, 
 
 Beyond all thought, but God's, come nigh to take 
 
 My sin away by bearing it Himself; 
 
 And with the Cross of Jesus, bridging o'er 
 
 The gulf my sin had made. I am not now, 
 
 An outcast and a stranger ; self-exiled ; 
 
 But one with Him who bought me with His blood ; 
 
 And Life is nothing but the space allowed 
 
 To tell of Him to others ; and to show 
 
 The transformations His great Love can work. 
 
 And thus, the Cross shall, ever, stand confessed, 
 
 The glory of His Throne. And when the bands 
 
 Of His Redeemed shall be complete at last, 
 
 There shall sound forth, one universal song, 
 
 Worthy the Lamb ! For He was slain for us ! 
 
 And every creature, dwelling on the earth, 
 
 And in the far-off worlds shall join the strain, 
 
 Glory and Honor, Wisdom, Praise and Power, 
 
 To Him that sits upon the Throne of God, 
 
 And to the Lamb, forever, evermore ! 
 
CANTO THIRD. 
 
 THE RESULT. 
 
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CANTO III. 
 
 Argument: Jerusalem the night before the Resurrection: Scene at the 
 Tomb: Resurrection of the Lord: Ascension, description of: Effect 
 of: Angels' Announcement to disciples: Pentecost: Tongue of Fire : 
 Church of Christ, what? Thought, concealed from beginning: De- 
 scription of: Christian and his growth, described: Joy of all things in 
 perfected Redemption : Church goes forth to its work : What opposed 
 to it : Results of its work : Spread and triumph of the Gospel, how 
 accounted for ? God's work : Persecution: How met: Prosperity, worse 
 enemy : Constantine, Gospel under : Character of Leaders in Church : 
 God's hidden ones : True greatness defined : Panoramic view of God's 
 Design concerning creation : Sin and Redemption. Truth, spread of: 
 Scientific discoveries, meaning of: Diffusion of error. Future glory 
 of Earth : Coming of Christ for His people : Marriage Supper : Earth : 
 Millennial State: Man's dominion over: What and how obtained: 
 Nations during : Jerusalem : Glory of: Mission among Gentiles : Church 
 of the Resurrection : Season of trial : Christ's Coming in Judgment : 
 Everlasting Age : Great Design complete : Circle traversed, and Results 
 obtained. 
 
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THE RESULT. 
 
 I. 
 
 The Paschal Moon, in full-orbed glory, shone, 
 In an unclouded sky. No sound was heard 
 Above, around, beneath. Jerusalem 
 Slept in the moonlight, with as calm a sleep, 
 As if the guilt of that dread deed of blood 
 Rested not on it. On the midnight air, 
 The hum of the Great City died away ; 
 And silence reigned supreme. Outside the gates, 
 The Legionary Guard kept watch, around 
 The Tomb where Jesus lay ; their measured tread 
 The only sound that caught the listener's ear. 
 Slowly, the hours drag on ; when, as the dawn 
 Begins to tinge the East ; a sudden light 
 Illumes the sky; an earthquake shakes the ground; 
 And lo ! an angel of the Lord descends 
 And rolls away the Stone. His countenance 
 Was like the lightning ; and his raiment shone 
 Like snow for brightness. Overmasterine fear 
 Seized on the soldiers; and they sank to earth, 
 
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 Appalled and senseless ; while the Saviour rose, 
 And, laying by the garments of the grave, 
 Looked out upon the world He had redeemed! 
 
 II. 
 
 By slow degrees, the news that He had risen, 
 
 Reached the disciples ; and, for forty days, 
 
 He mingled with them ; ate and drank with them, 
 
 And spake about His kingdom. At the last, 
 
 He led them out, as far as Bethany ; 
 
 And, giving them commission, to proclaim 
 
 The everlasting Gospel, till the news 
 
 Of His Salvation reached Earth's utmost bounds ; 
 
 He spake His parting blessing. As His words 
 
 Fell on their ears, what wonder do they see ? 
 
 Do not their eyes deceive them ? Can it be ? 
 
 See ! He is rising, with majestic grace, 
 
 Against the Law, that holds material forms, 
 
 Down to Earth's surface ! Yet, you look in vain, 
 
 For outward signs of power. No rushing wind ; 
 
 No tempest ; no convulsion, marks the scene ; 
 
 But noiseless as the rising of the Sun, 
 
 Is His departure from them. Wonderingly, 
 
 They see His Form receding ; and a cloud, 
 
 Obedient to His will, bow down to take 
 
 The conquering God-Man to His place, once more. 
 
 But not alone He went. Heaven opened wide 
 
 Its gates of glorious Light ; and angel bands 
 
THE RESULT. 89 
 
 Sang of His triumph, in responsive notes ; 
 
 And Cherubim and Seraphim combined 
 
 To swell the glory of His train, and yield 
 
 A fitting welcome to their Heavenly King. 
 
 The everlasting doors lift up their heads, 
 
 As angels herald His advancing steps, 
 
 Up to the Throne ; and heard the Father speak 
 
 His joyous greeting, as He took His place 
 
 At the right harid of power ; and saw His Form 
 
 Grow radiant with the splendors that inhered 
 
 In His essential Godhead ; veiled till then, 
 
 Beneath His fleshly dress ; now shining out 
 
 With the full splendors of Divinity ! 
 
 O ! wondrous vision ! Everlasting - light 
 
 Surrounds the brow, that once, was crowned with 
 
 thorns ; 
 And majesty, with its divinest grace 
 Enwraps the Form, that hung upon the Cross. 
 And universal power is in the hands, 
 That still, retain the wounds which Calvary made. 
 Jesus stoops down to shame. And lo ! that shame 
 Grows bright with fadeless glory. He endures 
 Death on the Cross ; and forthwith, that becomes 
 The only gateway to eternal life. 
 He takes upon Himself the form of Man ; 
 And Man is lifted to the throne of God. 
 The wounds of Calvary are trophies now ; 
 The Cross, the secret of the Crown. Its blood, 
 Richer than all Earth's jewels ; and His love 
 
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9<D THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 His self-forgetful love, the radiant light, 
 
 In which His creatures learn to know their God ! 
 
 III. 
 
 Deep wonder held them mute. They stood and 
 
 gazed, 
 Up to the heavens, as if their eyes once more, 
 Might rest upon their Lord. And as they gazed, 
 A heavenly Messenger drew near and said : 
 Vainly ye look, ye Men of Galilee ! 
 For this same Jesus shall return no more, 
 Until that day, when, as ye saw Him go, 
 He shall again appear ! Then they, with joy, 
 Sought, once again, the Temple's sacred courts, 
 While strange emotions moved them ; and their 
 
 song 
 Was loud and clear, as if a victor's notes 
 Rang out upon the air. Must they not speak, 
 Of their ascended Lord ? Must they not tell 
 The glory that surrounds Him ? They had seen 
 The Heavens receive Him: and to His dear Name, 
 They set the music of their thoughts of God ! 
 Then came the Spirit, as a Tongue of Fire ; 
 Symbol of the new ministry, whose work 
 Was proclamation of the Saviour's name, 
 Man's speech ; God's power to vitalize that speech ! 
 God's Truth ; Man's utterance. If the Tongue of 
 
 Fire 
 
THE RESULT. 91 
 
 Attests that truth, the simplest words we speak, 
 
 Will glow and corruscate with light divine ; 
 
 Or lie upon the spirit, like the dew 
 
 Upon the tender herb ; or thrill the soul 
 
 With a new power of life. The Priesthood, now, 
 
 Gives place to other ministry ; in which, 
 
 The Word of Truth is the sole instrument ; 
 
 The Holy Ghost the Witness : and the Cross, 
 
 The Centre of attraction. There is now, 
 
 No Altar, Priest or Sacrifice, but Christ. 
 
 And where the Tongue of Fire attests His work, 
 
 The Living- Church is found — but nowhere else. 
 
 IV. 
 
 What is that Church ? Prophets had told of it, 
 
 In phrase obscure ; but never had the thought 
 
 Dawned on the minds of men, until the race, 
 
 Chosen of God to witness to His Truth, 
 
 Proved faithless to its trust. His Spirit, then, 
 
 Gave utterance to it, as the Thought of God, 
 
 From everlasting ; and the sons of men 
 
 Saw its dim outline, faintly at the first, 
 
 But growing in its beauty, as it took 
 
 The clearer lines and more engaging hues, 
 
 Of the fair vision, as it always stood, 
 
 A living fact before Jehovah's eye ! 
 
 What is that Church ? A people, formed to be 
 
 His own peculiar treasure. To no Sect, 
 
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 No Creed, no Nationality, confined ; 
 It numbers all, who own the Name of Christ, 
 The Rock on which they build ; and find His love, 
 The power of separation from their sins. 
 By His convincing power, the Holy Ghost 
 Attests the Word ; and as, beneath the deep, 
 O'er which He brooded, a new world was formed ; 
 So, 'neath the darkness of our lost estate, 
 The spirit's new creation is achieved, 
 And Christ is formed within. The new-born soul 
 Emerges from the darkness ; and in light, 
 Attests its heavenly birth. It spreads its wings 
 Of Faith and Hope, in the new atmosphere 
 Of Christ's constraining Love. Faintly at first, 
 And with a tremulous motion, it attempts 
 The exercise of Faith ; as if in fear 
 Of its own act. But, increase of the power 
 Comes from its use. And, as the unfledged bird 
 Grows into plumage ; and the power of song 
 Takes on development, until he stands, 
 Acknowledged in the fulness of its life : 
 So qtows the Christian in his life of faith. 
 The nest first claims him in his callow state : 
 Where oft, unconsciously, his wing is stretched 
 As if in prophecy of coming flight ! 
 But will it come ? Can faith, as weak as his, 
 Grow as in others ? Yes : but exercise 
 Of what he has, must be its law of growth. 
 And soon from this, the sense of freedom comes, 
 
THE RESULT. 93 
 
 As growing power springs up from active use. 
 
 Then comes occasion ; and the voice within, 
 
 Answers the call without. He spreads his wings ; 
 
 He mounts ; he soars ; rejoicing in the sense 
 
 Of new-born liberty ; and ere he knows, 
 
 The song of triumph gushes, sweetly, forth ! 
 
 And thus all growth is perfected. Each step 
 
 Becomes a platform, whence we learn to mount, 
 
 Up to the next above. And as the plant 
 
 Grows up from immaturity, and blooms 
 
 Into the liberty of Bud and Flower ; 
 
 So he matures, from the first act of faith, 
 
 Into the inflorescence of a soul 
 
 That blooms for God alone. Henceforth for him, 
 
 There is no music with so sweet a sound, 
 
 As that of Jesus' Name : no portion, like 
 
 The treasures of His Love ; no liberty 
 
 So perfect as the freedom of His Law : 
 
 No service like His work ; and no reward 
 
 So Morions as the knowledge of Himself! 
 
 He lives and moves in this. His spirit's choice 
 
 Turns to it, with a tremulous delight, 
 
 And seeks for nought beyond. For Heaven itself, 
 
 Is just where He unveils Himself to souls, 
 
 That share in His great love. And they who know 
 
 Its fulness and its meaning, own in Him, 
 
 The measure of all fulness ; and the pledge, 
 
 That every blessing stands secure in Him ! 
 
 The soul's fresh springs are found in Him, alone ; 
 
94 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 And as they flow in blessings down to us, 
 
 They sparkle in the sunlight of His smile. 
 
 And Life's best harmonies are but the sound 
 
 Of His salvation, in the souls of men. 
 
 These make His Church ; and these, in every land, 
 
 He now is gathering. They shall come at last, 
 
 From every nation, kindred, tribe and tongue ; 
 
 And in Earth's new Creation, take the place 
 
 Of highest power and station. For no Creed, 
 
 Known upon earth, can trace the only path 
 
 By which lost souls may seek and find their God. 
 
 The gathering of the people is to Him : 
 
 And He has access, by unnumbered ways, 
 
 To those who seek His face. His truth can come, 
 
 In forms we know not of, to ruined souls, 
 
 And save them from their ruin ; though the tongue 
 
 May not be able, into forms of speech, 
 
 To syllable the trust that moves within. 
 
 His precious blood may prove a saving power, 
 
 Where our Theology ignores the work, 
 
 Not fashioned by its rules. And at the last, 
 
 From Earth's remotestbounds.they shall come forth 
 
 First in His kingdom, whom we proudly thought, 
 
 Excluded from it ; while no place is found 
 
 For those, who deemed themselves the foremost 
 
 there ! 
 These make His Church : the glory and the crown 
 Of His Creation ; showing forth to men 
 God's Image, reproduced in human souls ; 
 
THE RESULT. 95 
 
 His Likeness made incarnate ; shining out, 
 In men whom Sin had ruined, and His Love 
 Had rescued from their Sin. And when at last, 
 That Church shall stand complete ; when God's 
 
 Great Thought 
 Shall be incorporate in History; 
 The Harp of Nature shall awake the strain 
 Of exultation in the general joy 
 Of Man, redeemed from Sin. O ! nevermore 
 Shall notes of discord issue from its strings ! 
 Its soul of harmony is perfect, now 
 As the great thought of God's Redeeming Love, 
 Illumines all His works ; and finds itself, 
 In countless echoes speaking forth His praise ! 
 The Shepherd will have brought the wandering 
 
 sheep 
 Of this revolted Earth, back to its place, 
 Amid the sisterhood of worlds — no more 
 A wanderer from the fold ; but ever known 
 By the strange contrasts of its history ; 
 Of Sin, and of Redemption from its power. 
 Of Sin, a burden on the heart of God ; 
 And God becoming Man, that on the Cross, 
 He might bring in Redemption for the race, 
 That sold itself in slavery unto Sin ! 
 
 V. 
 
 And now the Church goes forth to do its work, 
 With the new Gospel of The Nazarene 
 
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 Arrayed against it, were the Purse and Sword, 
 The Learning, Laws and Genius of the World. 
 An Idol Worship ruled in every land : 
 Kings were its priests ; and Princes strove to be 
 Its honored servitors. The Laws were made, 
 To guard its altars. Eloquence attained 
 Its loftiest flights, in bringing it renown, 
 And Poets garlanded immortal songs, 
 In praises of its gods. It spake : and lo ! 
 The World bowed down in homage to its will. 
 This on the one side. On the other — what ? 
 A band of men, unlearned ; and ignorant 
 Of all the graces, which the Schools could teach. 
 They could not weave, with dialectic skill, 
 The subtle theories, which engrossed the minds 
 Of Poets and Philosophers : or rouse 
 The admiration of the listening throng, 
 By their commanding eloquence. No power, 
 Honor or state was theirs. They could not touch 
 One spring of influence, which the nations held 
 In honor, love or fear. They stood alone : 
 The weakest of the weak : Their daily toil 
 Their means of daily bread. And yet these men, 
 With nothing but the story of the Cross, 
 O'erthrew these altars : turned aside the feet, 
 Of those who sought them, to the simple rites 
 Of the New Worship : Into daily life, 
 Brought the new- factors, Faith and Hope and 
 Love ; 
 
THE RESULT. 97 
 
 Taught men forgiveness of the deadliest wrongs 
 For His dear sake, who bought us with His blood. 
 Proclaimed the body's sanctity as meant 
 To be the Temple of the Living God ; 
 And therefore to be honored, and kept free 
 From outward filthiness or inward stain : 
 Inspired contempt of death, by the new hope 
 Of resurrection : showed men how, to live, 
 A life of cheerful, self-renouncing love 
 Fearful of nought but sin ; and passed the bonds 
 Of common brotherhood around our race, 
 In the humanity of Jesus Christ ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 How shall we read this problem ? How assign 
 A cause sufficient for these vast results ? 
 Man's power avails not here. He could as soon, 
 Restore the dead to life, as wake the thrill 
 Of an immortal hope, in human souls. 
 And, as the question presses for reply, 
 The answer comes, It was the power of God, 
 In the new Gospel of the Crucified 
 That wrought these triumphs ! Kings and Con- 
 querors, 
 Have left no record that can equal this. 
 The Fishermen of Galilee eclipse 
 In their achievements, all the brightest deeds 
 Of those whom men call great. And then, to test 
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 The strength of their foundation, storms arose : 
 
 And Persecution came, and robed itself 
 
 In all the terrors of the Sword and Stake. 
 
 The Rack assumed its deadliest device, 
 
 Of mortal agony ; and Prison-gloom 
 
 Sunk to its deepest depths to shake the soul, 
 
 From its fidelity of trust in God ! 
 
 No age was spared. Matron and blooming maid ; 
 
 Youth in its flush of manly strength: old age, 
 
 In its decrepitude : and infancy, 
 
 In the first sunlight of its opening life : 
 
 Went down before the terrors of the storm ! 
 
 Ten times the fires of persecution raged ; :!: 
 
 Ten times Imperial Power arrayed itself, 
 
 In garments, rolled in blood, to hunt the name 
 
 Of Christian from the earth. Ten times, the strife 
 
 Seemed to defy Satanic skill, to find 
 
 More subtle mode of torture. Yet in each, 
 
 The Faith that looked to Jesus and His Cross, 
 
 Was more than conqueror ; and triumphed still, 
 
 In its calm words of Confidence in Him. 
 
 And still they grew ; and still the wonder spread 
 
 * I do not wish to be understood as meaning that this is the 
 number of the Persecutions. For as Dr. SchafF rightly ob- 
 serves, " This number is, in any view, incorrect ; too great for 
 the general persecutions ; and far too small for the provincial 
 and local." — Hist, of Christ. Ch., p. 161. 
 
 I suppose it is quite allowable, thus to set forth a large but 
 indefinite number ? 
 
THE RESULT. 99 
 
 Of Persecution mowing down their ranks, 
 
 Which still grew up again ; :!: and in each growth, 
 
 Produced again that purity of life ; 
 
 That simple trust in Jesus ; and that love 
 
 To all who bore His name, that turned the eyes 
 
 Of all mankind upon them, and drew forth 
 
 The praise of those who hunted them to death ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 But now a new and deadlier danger rose. 
 
 The old arbitrament of Fire and Sword 
 
 Failed of its end. For Truth is Victor, still, 
 
 E'en when it seems the vanquished. Has it not, 
 
 A heavenly birth, and resurrection-power ? 
 
 It, therefore, cannot die. Forth from each grave, 
 
 Where men attempt its burial, it springs 
 
 With all the fulness of immortal life. 
 
 And thus, the Gospel, from these bloody fields, 
 
 Went forth to fresh encounters. Outward foes • 
 
 Gave place to other enemies, who waged 
 
 Warfare more dangerous, than the brutal one 
 
 Of Fire and Sword ; and with consummate skill, 
 
 Wielded the weapons of luxurious ease. 
 
 The Roman Constantine took the new Faith, 
 
 * "All your refinements of cruelty can accomplish nothing : 
 on the contrary, they serve as a lure to this sect. Our num- 
 ber increases the more you destroy us. The blood of the 
 Christians is the seed of a new harvest." — Tertullian in Apol. 
 
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 Into his keeping ; marking out its path, 
 Through flowery fields ; and gayly wreathed the 
 
 Cross, 
 With the rewards of office. Men bowed down, 
 Before that Symbol, when Imperial hands 
 Held it aloft ; or when they saw it wave, 
 On Caesar's banners, o'er his conquering hosts ; 
 That would have hunted to a bloody death, 
 Its unprotected followers. Thousands took 
 The Name of Jesus on their lips, who knew 
 Nothing of His great love ; and saw, in it, 
 Nought but the path of honor in the State. 
 And others stepped into the Stream of Life 
 Only to foul its waters. Errors spread 
 In wild profusion : and the Church of Christ 
 Seemed rent asunder, with the strife of those 
 Who claimed to guard its truth : but taught, instead, 
 Wild fancies of their own. Hypocrisy * 
 Upreared its head : and with unblushing front, 
 Professed the faith it neither knew nor loved. 
 Yet still the Truth remained. Its inward Life 
 Which proved victorious over Fire and Sword ; 
 Conquered the blandishments of Power and State. 
 Its Standard-Bearers might betray their trust ; 
 
 *" Even Eusebius, the panegyrist of Constantine . . . . 
 even he is obliged to reckon among the grievous evils of this 
 period, of which he was an eye-witness, the indescribable hy- 
 pocrisy of those who gave themselves out as Christians merely 
 for temporal advantage." — Neander's Hist., vol. ii., p. 28. 
 
THE RESULT. IOI 
 
 Or fall in its defence : but other hands 
 Would wave it still, aloft, till every breeze 
 Made dalliance with its folds ; and every land 
 Heard of the Gospel of the Grace of God ! 
 Thus, every form of danger brought to light, 
 Men of that giant stature, that could stand 
 Conspicuous 'midst a host ; and draw around 
 Their single selves, the interest of the fight. 
 They came to Jesus, as his warriors came 
 To David at Adullam — in distress ; 
 Borne down with debt, and weary of the yoke 
 Of service thus far borne. And in their need, 
 He took them to Himself; broke off their bonds; 
 Breathed a new life within ; and for the fight, 
 Trained them around the Cross. And thus they 
 
 grew, 
 From weakness into strength ; and took their place 
 As Leaders in the host. Did dangers press ? 
 They rallied to the front. Did Duty speak ? 
 They heard her voice, and gladly gave themselves 
 Responsive to her call. No foe was deemed, 
 Too strong for them to combat ; and no lamb 
 In all the flock, too weak for them to feed. 
 Nothing was little, if it only touched 
 The interests of His work ; and nothing great, 
 Save as it stood connected with His Cause ! 
 These were the Leaders. But, amid the hosts, 
 Thousands were found, whose names — tho* never 
 
 traced, 
 
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102 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Upon the scroll of History ; and known 
 
 Only among the lowliest — told of lives, 
 
 Made beautiful by Faith and Hope and Love. 
 
 They moved as benedictions among men ; 
 
 Revealed, as violets in the grassy fields, 
 
 By the sweet perfume which they breathe around ! 
 
 With stronger self-assertion, they might well 
 
 Have won the place of honor in the church, 
 
 Or stood as leaders in it : but they chose 
 
 The lowlier sphere of self-forgetful love, 
 
 Enough for them if, in the Master's eye, 
 
 Their work stood forth approved. Enough if they 
 
 But won His loving smile, or heard at last, 
 
 His lips pronounce, Thou faithful one, well done ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And thus the Cause of Christ went round the world, 
 Dispensing blessings, as the Spring does flowers. 
 Oppression could not strangle it : nor wealth, 
 With its allurements, wean men from their hold 
 Of simple trust in God. There was no might, 
 In all that Man could do, to break the power 
 That held them in allegiance to His Name. 
 He who has seen the Sun can ne'er forget 
 Its light and splendor. And when on the soul 
 Jesus arises, Sun-like, in the light 
 Of His great love ; in vain, you seek to fill 
 The measure of its needs, with aught that stops 
 
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 Short of Himself. The soul has found its God ! 
 Men talk of greatness, as if aught were great, 
 That makes itself the Centre ; or that works 
 For its own ends. No. In the Master's Life, 
 We read the secret. He, alone is oreat, 
 Who can forget himself; and take the place 
 Of servitude ; if thus he may become 
 A power in living souls, to lift them up, 
 Out of their sin to Life and Purity. 
 Service is Honor when its spring is Love. 
 And Love is noblest, when it gives itself, 
 In sacrifice for those who, else were lost. 
 Men seem divine, when they forget themselves, 
 And live for others' good. And thus it comes 
 That in Life's lowliest walks, we meet with those 
 Who well could grace the highest; and who spread 
 O'er all things round, the sweet attractiveness 
 Of Labor for His Name. It matters not, 
 That men o'erlooked them, in their estimate 
 Of Life's controlling forces. None the less 
 Their influence comes as comes the Stellar Light, 
 Mingling with that of Day. You see it not ; 
 You know not that you feel it ; yet it makes 
 An estimated portion of the sum 
 Of the World's Light : and mingles with the Heat, 
 That keeps the springs of Life, in constant play ! 
 
104 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Here then we linger. As God's Great Design 
 
 Became incarnate in The Christ, so all 
 
 Its great results shall centre still in Him. 
 
 And as its waves of blessedness roll on, 
 
 He shall be found the Light of every joy: 
 
 The Source of every blessing: and the Spring 
 
 Whence issues full salvation for the world ! 
 
 Jesus is in the centre ; and His smile 
 
 Bears light and life to everything that lives. 
 
 I look and see God's Purpose for the Earth, 
 
 Established on it, as a living fact 
 
 As I look on through Him. In Him, it takes 
 
 Objective form, and robes itself about 
 
 In human history, as it always was 
 
 In God's conception of it. First, it comes 
 
 In Eden's beauty, smiling on us there, 
 
 As from the womb of Night, the earth came forth ; 
 
 And Life before unknown — Grass, Herb and 
 
 Flower — 
 Sprang into being, and exhaled their sweets, 
 And sparkled in the jewelry of morn. 
 Bird, Beast, Fish, Insect, in unnumbered forms, 
 Next heard His voice ; and answering, made the 
 
 Earth, 
 The Air, the Ocean, redolent with joy. 
 Last, Man appeared : and took his station there, 
 The Image and the Likeness of his God : 
 
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 There were no discords, in Earth's Birth-Day Song: 
 No notes but those of Peace and Joy and Love ! 
 But Sin came next ; and yet its fearful shock 
 Jarred not that Purpose from its equipoise, 
 Or turned it from its course. It held its way, 
 As calmly as the Sun, when tempest-clouds 
 Obscure its light ; and with its force divine, 
 Works thro' the darkness, till the clouds disperse, 
 And leave the face of heaven in smiles, once more ! 
 So God held on the counsel of His Grace, 
 Unchanged, unchanging. And when He came forth, 
 In Whom that counsel was to be fulfilled ; 
 And men, rejecting, nailed Him to the Cross, 
 And laid Him in the Tomb, no outward sign 
 Told of approaching wrath. The Sun arose, 
 As calmly as before. The Moon looked down, 
 Upon His guarded Tomb, as peacefully 
 As if that deed were worthy of its light. 
 All things went on in their accustomed course ; 
 And when He rose, the Conqueror of Death, 
 No Victor's shout awoke the slumbering world, 
 With the loud voice of triumph. From their midst, 
 Men saw a feeble band, weak and unlearned, 
 Go forth to tell of Jesus and His Cross, 
 And triumph in His victory o'er the Grave. 
 And still, to-day, that story is renewed ; 
 And blooming maids ; and young men in their 
 
 strength ; 
 And hoary-headed sires : and lisping babes ; 
 
106 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Men crowned with knowledge, and maturely wise ; 
 
 Or ignorant of all things, save the course 
 
 Of each day's common duties, own His Name, 
 
 The Source of all their blessings ; and His Love, 
 
 The secret Spring of the best joys they know. 
 
 In radiant glory, through the heavens of Thought ; 
 
 He moves, full-orbed ; and every sparkling wave, 
 
 Rising and falling on the Sea of Life, 
 
 Bears witness to His power. And still it spreads ; 
 
 And Science lays her tribute at His feet, 
 
 Who is Himself, the Truth: and in each field 
 
 Of her extending triumphs, brings to light, 
 
 New tokens of His Wisdom and His Power. 
 
 Unconsciously, she brings them : knowing not 
 
 That the resplendent coronet she frames, 
 
 Shall sparkle with His Name, in every gem. 
 
 Therefore I bid those toilers, in the mine 
 
 Of Nature's wealth, God-speed in their great work ! 
 
 I own them all co-workers for the Truth, 
 
 As far as Truth is gained. I thrill beneath 
 
 The hopes which they inspire : and look beyond, 
 
 To hail the coming of a brighter day, 
 
 Whose intimations greet me, in the view 
 
 Of their achievements. What if some despond ? 
 
 I cannot tremble for the Ark of God ; 
 
 Or fear for the foundation of His Word ! 
 
 I know Whose arm sustains it, though unseen. 
 
 Nothing but Error perishes. The Truth, 
 
 Whate'er its name, remains. Allied to God, 
 
THE RESULT. IO7 
 
 As sunbeams to the Sun, it holds its way 
 Untouched by change, and smiling at the storm. 
 I know Whose will pervades the wondrous facts, 
 Which Science brings to light ; and knowing this, 
 I look with strong expectancy, to see 
 Its fields extending ; and, with joyous heart, 
 Its varied triumphs hail ! They are to me, 
 More than the work of Law : for, in them all 
 I trace my Father's hand, Who shows me thus, 
 What thoughts of beauty have their home in Him 
 And still, I look to see these wonders spread. 
 For, everywhere, new triumphs wait their birth, 
 Into our knowledge. New disclosures stand 
 Waiting the hour that brings them into view ; 
 And seem, in their expectancy, to chide 
 The dulness of our vision, that so long 
 Was closed against them ; tho' their beauty forms 
 A portion of Earth's dowry from her God. 
 
 X. 
 
 And side by side with this, the Truth that tells 
 Of Jesus and His Cross, shall still, go on 
 Winning new triumphs ; in the hearts of men, 
 Ouick'ning new /hopes ; inspiring new desires ; 
 And teaching, how a child-like faith in Him, 
 Can build our Manhood's best proportions up. 
 But, with each effort to extend the Truth, 
 Falsehood shall coin its counterfeited lie. 
 
IOS THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Thought shall be free ! but thousands shall mistake 
 
 License for Freedom, and drift far away, 
 
 From the old moorings of the Word of God, 
 
 To find their freedom, servitude to self. 
 
 And Wickedness shall spread ; and take new forms 
 
 To suit the changing aspects of the times ; 
 
 Until at last, the promised end draws nigh, 
 
 And Earth looks up, in her Millennial Dawn. 
 
 But not by slow development, it comes ? 
 
 For, as the Sun arising, brings the day ; 
 
 So Christ, the Sun of Righteousness, must rise 
 
 On the astonished earth, ere it can see 
 
 The morn of its long-promised Day of Rest. 
 
 And, as the Telescope brings worlds unseen, 
 
 Within our scope of vision : so I look 
 
 Through the Prophetic Word, and see beyond, 
 
 Its promised glories ripened into fact. 
 
 The Hope of all His Church ; the long Desired 
 
 Of every nation, has appeared at last ! 
 
 He comes to reap the Harvest, from the seed, 
 
 Scattered for ages ; and to bring the sheaves, 
 
 Into the garner of The Father's House ! 
 
 His waiting Church is eathered to Himself: 
 
 Their sleeping dust has started into life ; 
 
 The living saints are changed ; and both, arrayed 
 
 In bodies like His own, are taken up 
 
 To meet Him in the air : and swell the joy, 
 
 That crowns the Marriage Supper of the Lamb ! 
 
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 XI. 
 
 I may not speak of that. For who can paint, 
 In human speech, the wonders of that scene ? 
 No ! We must lay aside this mortal dress, 
 And robe ourselves in immortality ; 
 Ere we can tell its meaning. For we know 
 What we experience, only. All beyond : 
 All that will be experience, when we wear 
 Our resurrection-bodies, lies within 
 The realm of Hope — above our knowledge now. 
 O ! the transcendent glories of the scene, 
 That rises on my sight, as I survey 
 This panoramic vision of His Word ! 
 For, with His chosen, at the Marriage-Feast, 
 Jesus comes forth to smite the Man of Sin ; 
 And overthrow his works ; and rid the Earth 
 Of his polluting presence ! From that hour, 
 Sin rules the world no more. Its wintry storms 
 Give place to Spring-time blessedness ; and Peace 
 Sits brooding, dove-like, o'er its troubled waves, 
 Tossed with the tempests of six thousand years ! 
 The Sabbath of the World has come, at last ; 
 And all things whisper of its quiet rest ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 In Types and Symbols, was this Vision sketched 
 In the Prophetic Word. And men looked on, 
 
IIO THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 And as the ages passed, in wonder asked, 
 
 What mean these Types ? And now, the answer 
 
 comes 
 As from the bud comes forth the perfect flower. 
 The nations are at rest. The shock of war 
 Is heard no more among them. For when He 
 Assumes His coronet as Prince of Peace, 
 All things bear witness to it. Nature thrills, 
 With the deep harmony His presence breathes 
 Thro' all His works. The Curse has lost its power; 
 And barrenness afflicts the earth no more. 
 Ungrudgingly, it pours its treasures forth ; 
 Nor claims the hard expenditure of toil, 
 Before it yields its treasures. In the ear 
 Of him who gathers in the golden grain, 
 The ploughman's song sounds merrily. The plants, 
 That now, begirt with armature of thorns, 
 Their flower or fruit, yield to their primal law 
 A prompt obedience ; and instead of thorns, 
 Their fuller life unfolds the perfect leaf, 
 Or forms the opening flower. The wilderness 
 Smiles out with joy ; and henceforth like the rose, 
 The desert blossoms, and the mountain's brow 
 Waves like old Lebanon, when Summer winds 
 Made music with its cedars. Living streams 
 Gush out in sandy deserts ; and the flow 
 Of rippling waters, fills the air with song. 
 The gentle poise between opposing powers, 
 That ruled the air, before the tempest's shock, 
 
THE RESULT. Ill 
 
 Spread round the earth a purer atmosphere, 
 Has sway once more. Health laughs in every 
 
 breeze, 
 Though storms convulse and Tempests rage no 
 
 more. 
 The Earth, restored to its primeval state, 
 Rejoices in the fuller life, that first, 
 Bore sway upon its surface. All its tribes 
 Share in the glorious liberty, decreed 
 The sons of God ; and in one burst of joy, 
 Roll round the Earth, Creation's song of praise. 
 The hour of its long travail comes at last ; 
 And Nature, now is born ! Its powers, repressed 
 Through the past ages, burst at last, to life : 
 And whatsoe'er its processes have told 
 Of hidden beauty ; of unconscious powers ; 
 And capabilities, scarce dreamed of yet, 
 Start into being, and attest the wealth 
 Of the rich heritage, at first bestowed. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 And o'er this scene of beauty, Man walks forth 
 With absolute dominion. In his hands, 
 He holds the reins of power, as at the first ; 
 And all things own him lord. Harmoniously, 
 Without a thought of harm, or sense of fear, 
 They move around him : owning the control, 
 Which his obedience to the Will of God, 
 
112 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Makes absolute o'er them. I see at last, 
 
 What our humanity in Jesus Christ, 
 
 Makes perfect Manhood mean ; and in His work, 
 
 Behold that lost humanity restored ! 
 
 The secret things which Science brings to light ; 
 
 With slow and patient toil, become at once, 
 
 His, as by intuition. For the mind 
 
 In harmony with God, perceives the truth 
 
 Embodied in His works, much as the eye 
 
 Detects the light ; and passes at one bound, 
 
 To knowledge of the process and result. 
 
 And is not this dominion ? Was not this, 
 
 Man's heritage at first ? If it was lost 
 
 By sin and folly : If he sought to gain 
 
 By his own power, the headship over all ; 
 
 Six thousand years of toil and care and pain, 
 
 Have taught him what he needs ; and now he stands 
 
 Throned in the work of Jesus, and receives 
 
 Through Him his lost inheritance. The crown 
 
 Is Man's, once more ; but all its glory tells 
 
 Of His dear Name, who saved us by His blood. 
 
 All things are full of Him. The nations learn 
 
 The story of His love : and find therein 
 
 A new-creating power. His Truth distils 
 
 Gently, as showers upon the tender herb : 
 
 And spreads new life ; and in the souls of men, 
 
 Kindles new hopes, and wakens new desires ; 
 
 And builds up perfect manhood, on the type 
 
 Of character in Jesus. All that tempts 
 
THE RESULT. 1 1 3 
 
 To sin and violence, is put away ; 
 And Righteousness takes up its home on earth, 
 And rules among the nations. He comes forth 
 The Rod from Jesse's stem ; the Righteous Branch 
 Out of his roots ; and calmly, 'neath His shade, 
 The nations find repose. Upon Him rests 
 The Spirit of the Lord ; and twines the wreath 
 Of radiant glory, in that wondrous Name, 
 Which speaks His nature, to the hearts of men ! 
 The Wonderful, the Secret ; Counsellor ; 
 The Everlasting Father ; Mighty God ; 
 The Prince of Peace — What can be added here? 
 His is the Name of blessing ; calling forth 
 Life's sweetest music in the souls of men : 
 And human enterprise flows, freely, forth 
 Beneath its sheltering power : and everywhere, 
 All Nature smiles in harmony with Him ! 
 The King has come at last! The shout that hails 
 His glorious Advent thrills the world with life 
 And wakes it to a joy before unknown ! 
 
 XIV. 
 
 The nations hear, and own the claim divine, 
 He makes to their allegiance. Is He not, 
 The World's Redeemer ? Is He not the One 
 Whom, thro' the ages, men have waited for, 
 While yet they knew Him not? And now He comes, 
 And all things hail His coming. In the light 
 
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114 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 Of His appearing, darkness flees away ; 
 
 And Peace and Joy walk forth upon die earth. 
 
 The lesson of one blood is learned at last ; 
 
 And men, rejoicing, feel the sacred tie, 
 
 Of Fatherhood in God, in His dear Name, 
 
 Who makes them one in Him. Jerusalem 
 
 Sits in the place of honor. From afar, 
 
 The Gentiles see her rising ; and their kings 
 
 Bring of their glory to her. She becomes 
 
 A name of praise and power upon the earth ; 
 
 A diadem of beauty in the hands 
 
 Of her Redeeming God. Her sons stand forth, 
 
 His chosen witnesses ; and tell abroad 
 
 The story of His acts in their behalf. 
 
 For ages, they had gone around the earth 
 
 A living Miracle, attesting still, 
 
 Although unconsciously, His Word of Truth, 
 
 Which, through the desolations of the past, 
 
 Kept guard around them ; holding them in life, 
 
 When nations, mightier far had passed away ! 
 
 And now the veil is lifted. As they look, 
 
 Lo ! The true Joseph stands revealed at last! 
 
 O ! the deep wonder of that gracious hour ! 
 
 The darkness passes. Light, within their souls, 
 
 Rises in full-orbed glory ; and they see 
 
 The meaning of that wondrous Life and Death 
 
 By which He sought to win them to Himself. 
 
 Was ever love like His ? Was ever euilt 
 
 As crimson-dyed as theirs ? Yet, He forgives ! 
 
THE RESULT. 115 
 
 And with the sense of pardon, they awake, 
 And thrill with the new life His Love begets. 
 Henceforth, they live, but to show forth His praise, 
 And speak of Him to others. And they hear 
 Of His transforming grace, who through the past, 
 Had lived in utter darkness ; bowing down 
 To gods their hands had made. And when they hear, 
 They own Him Sovereign Lord ; the unknown One 
 Whom, in their ignorance, they robed about, 
 With passions like their own. To Him they bow ; 
 And bring the perfume of adoring hearts, 
 When first they hear His Name. And thus, the seed 
 Of Abraham become, as prophets said, 
 The world's instructors ; showing forth His praise ; 
 And scattering blessings round a ransomed world. 
 His glorious attributes burst into view 
 In passing through their history, as Light 
 Breaks into rainbows, when it meets a cloud. 
 And Israel, circled thus, as in a bow 
 Of iridescent glory stands confessed, 
 First of the nations ; bringing Light and Life, 
 To those who sat in Darkness and in Death. 
 
 XV. 
 
 But not alone they labor. By their side, 
 Robed in the garments of immortal Life, 
 The Children of the Resurrection stand ; 
 And in their heavenly ministry, proclaim 
 
Il6 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 The riches of His Grace. Girt round with power, 
 
 They know no weakness : feel no touch of sin ; 
 
 And dream of death, no more. What spirit prompts 
 
 Their bodies execute ; as free as it 
 
 To move unfettered through the realms of space. 
 
 For what is this, but the inheritance 
 
 That waits our fuller life ? The mastery 
 
 Of sinless beings o'er Creation's laws, 
 
 By harmony with Him Whose will they speak ? 
 
 No weariness attends their service now. 
 
 Does spirit weary ? And the form that owns 
 
 Affinity with spirit, feels the thrill 
 
 Of an undying life in all its powers. 
 
 No pain can touch them ; no disease invade ; 
 
 No languor enervate : no labor tire. 
 
 The Lamb, amidst the Throne, shall lead them forth 
 
 Beside the living waters. They shall feel 
 
 Hunger and thirst no more. His hand shall wipe 
 
 All tears, from every eye ; and all the ills 
 
 Of their experience, in this mortal state, 
 
 Shall pass like troubled dreams. And thus they 
 
 move, 
 In radiant glory 'midst the sons of men, 
 As angels did at first. Familiarly, 
 They tell the story of the Saviour's love ; 
 And in themselves, best illustrate its power. 
 Its germ blooms out, in everlasting life ; 
 And all the glory of their deathless state 
 Is but its ripened fruit. To other worlds, 
 
THE RESULT. 117 
 
 They bear the wondrous tidings ; and proclaim 
 In all the mansions of the Father's House 
 The riches of His grace, who gave Himself 
 A Sacrifice to take away their sin ; 
 And bring the wanderer back again to God. 
 The Patriarch's Dream is realized, at last ; 
 And angels pass, in loving intercourse, 
 Between the Heavens and Earth — too long 
 
 estranged — 
 Upon the Ladder of His Finished Work ! 
 And now He wears the Crown. To Him of right, 
 Alone belongs its glory ; for the Cross, 
 When rightly understood, is Victory 
 In its sublimest forms. The Crown, the Throne, 
 Is but its due result : and all the power, 
 That sways the sceptre of His Government, 
 And leads the soul a captive to its God, 
 Is but the issue of Incarnate Love ; 
 And had its birth, as certain consequence, 
 In His Self- Sacrifice for guilty men. 
 From Earth's remotest bounds, one song goes up 
 Of praise to His great Name. The old man tells, 
 In trembling speech, its preciousness and power ; 
 And sighing, reckons it Life's greatest loss 
 That its best days were spent, in ignorance 
 That veiled Him from his view. In the warm flush 
 Of manly strength, the Youth recounts His praise ; 
 The maiden joins the strain ; while Infancy, 
 In its sweet accents, whispers of the Love, 
 
Il8 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 That orave the world the Babe of Bethlehem ! 
 All states of life ; all characters ; combine 
 To swell the song, that, through Creation rolls 
 A ransomed World's just tribute to His praise. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 I sing not of the Trial, that breaks in 
 
 Upon these scenes of blessedness : nor tell 
 
 How the Arch-Tempter is let loose again, 
 
 To try his cunning snares ; and test the strength 
 
 Of what appeared to be new life within. 
 
 Is it a Life ? And will it choose the Good ? 
 
 Can Evil take it, in its cunning snares ? 
 
 Or will its inward Sense of Right detect 
 
 The subtle lie ? Can strong assault break down 
 
 The arm of its defence ? Or will it stand, 
 
 In fearless conflict for the Right and True ? 
 
 This must be proved — for less than this, would be 
 
 To build upon the sand. Ere we can see 
 
 The Everlasting Age, upon the Earth ; 
 
 Man must be rooted, in the choice of Good, 
 
 For its own sake : and yield responsive notes 
 
 To all the Will of God. Thus Trial comes 
 
 Upon the Earth once more ; and nations feel 
 
 The shock of contest, 'twixt the Good and 111. 
 
 I sing not of this now : but pass beyond 
 
 To the transcendent glories of the scene, 
 
 In which the Harvest of the Earth is reaped, 
 
THE RESULT. I 19 
 
 And all things that offend are put away 
 
 From the Redeemer's Kingdom. He reserves 
 
 This triumph to Himself; and gloriously, 
 
 His own right arm achieves the victory ! 
 
 Heaven opens wide its glorious gates, as He, 
 
 Throned in the clouds, in majesty divine, 
 
 With His attendant angels, swelling wide 
 
 The splendors of His train, comes down to Earth. 
 
 The Great White Throne is set ; and from His face, 
 
 The Earth and Heavens in wonder, flee away ! 
 
 For, is not He, the Incarnate Love of God ? 
 
 And what can blaze, with such consuming fire, 
 
 As Perfect Love ; when it has passed the bounds 
 
 Of its divine forbearance ? Is not Light, 
 
 Whose sweetest smile is Heaven's unclouded blue, 
 
 One with its fiery crimson ? Is not that, 
 
 Unseen, electric force, whose gentle touch 
 
 Opens the Evening Primrose, with a start, 
 
 One with the ligtitnina-- flash that blasts the Oak ? 
 
 And that deep, tender, everlasting Love, 
 
 Which led Him to the Cross : and moved the springs, 
 
 Of all its tender ministries, is yet, 
 
 One, in its essence, with that fiery Wrath, 
 
 That burns against incorrigible 111 ! 
 
 Thus, on His Judgment-Throne as on His Cross, 
 
 Love rules in all He does. It rears the Throne ; 
 
 Surrounds it with its splendors ; and declares, 
 
 The Sentence, that shall purge the World from sin, 
 
 And separate the evil from the good ! 
 
120 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 But of that sentence who may dare to speak ? 
 When He Whose lips pronounce it, draws the veil 
 Of outer darkness round it ? He alone, 
 Knows its full meaning. God forbid, that I 
 Should seek to lift that veil ; or paint the scene, 
 That lies concealed, behind it ! Death is there, 
 Because He is not ! But what Death may be, 
 In this conception of it — who can tell ? 
 This much we know : In the Revealing- Day, 
 He will disclose it : and the Heavens shall shout, 
 And Earth, rejoicing, echo back the strain 
 judgment and Righteousness support His Throne ! 
 
 XVII. 
 
 And now the vision that has struggled long, 
 Amid surrounding darkness, dissipates 
 The clouds that overhung it. What a scene 
 Of radiant glory, bursts upon the sight ! 
 Earth stands revealed, as angels saw it once, 
 In its first bloom of beauty. All that tells 
 Of blight and barrenness, disease and death, 
 Is put away forever. From above, 
 The Sun looks down, with life-imparting beams ; 
 And draws no pestilence from reeking soils, 
 Charged with the germs of death ; nor, with its heat, 
 Scorches the tender plant. The Moon and Stars 
 Shed their serenest glory ; for their light 
 Streams through an atmosphere that yields it all, 
 
THE RESULT. 121 
 
 To human view ; yet, so entrancingly 
 Spreads its delicious influence, that to breathe, 
 Is to receive the impulse of new life. 
 In all its borders, Earth has now, become 
 Man's fitting Habitation. Fiery heat, 
 And deadly cold, are known on it no more. 
 While all that fosters all the powers of Life 
 And brings them forth in full development, 
 Is found upon it ; and it stands confessed 
 Worthy His Thought, Who made it thus at first ; 
 Worthy His Love, Who ransomed it when lost; 
 Worthy His Purpose, Who through all the gloom 
 And desolation of Man's dark revolt, 
 Meant to restore it ; and has now, achieved 
 This part of the great counsel of His Grace ! 
 Sing of its restoration, Ye who dwell 
 In the surrounding planets ! Open wide 
 Your heavenly gates, Ye Sisterhood of Worlds, 
 To let the Wanderer in ! Nor deem the place 
 Of precedence, in all your glorious hosts, 
 Too high for her, who bears upon her brow, 
 The Coronet of God's Redeeming Love ! 
 The Kingdom is the Lord's ; and all that makes, 
 Serenest harmony and perfect bliss, 
 Is centred in its bounds. One language serves 
 Through all its borders ; and from every tribe, 
 Near and remote, is heard one common strain 
 Of glory to His Name ; and every heart 
 Offers its love, and every voice its praise. 
 
122 THE MORNING STAR. 
 
 See ! how Heaven opens ; and the shining throngs 
 Of Resurrection-Saints press down to greet, 
 And mingle with the Brotherhood of Earth ! 
 What glory crowns each brow ! What radiant light, 
 With its sweet halo, circles every form ! 
 They need no Sun by day, nor Moon by night ; 
 For God's essential glory drives away 
 All darkness where they dwell ; and in its beams 
 The nations walk secure. The Throne of God 
 And of the Lamb is there ; and out of it, 
 The Stream of Life, with its mellifluous flow, 
 Sends forth its crystal waters, on whose brink 
 The Tree of Life unfolds its healing leaves, 
 And yields its precious fruit. The Flaming Sword, 
 No longer guards it now : the Cherubim 
 Protect its fruit no more : but angel hands 
 Dispense it to the nations, and they eat, 
 And, in the flush of its Immortal Life, 
 Become superior to the touch of Death. 
 There is no Death. It disappears with Sin : 
 And all the ills that follow in its train, 
 Cease, like the shadow, when the substance fails ! 
 In Earth : in Heaven : and in the far-off worlds, 
 God's Will is done, and prompt obedience rules 
 Each thought of Man ; each interest of his life ; 
 And all the combinations that affect 
 Surrounding nations, and the lower tribes 
 That dwell in peace about him. All, alike, 
 Proclaim how perfectly that Will is done ; 
 
THE RESULT. I23 
 
 And how it moves, in harmony divine, 
 
 Through Nature's deepest workings. God's Great 
 
 Thought, 
 Circling the Universe, comes back to Earth ; 
 And in the sweep and glory of its work, 
 Finds Man redeemed, and purified from Sin : 
 The Evil banished, to return no more ; 
 And God Himself, revealed through Jesus Christ, 
 The All in all ; Supreme and Perfect Good ! 
 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 THE STORY OF LITTLE THINGS. 
 
 " There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, 
 Than are dreamed of in your philosophy." 
 
 I. 
 
 A Little One sat on her Grandpa's knee, 
 
 And her curls fell gracefully on his breast ; 
 While she sought with a burst of childlike glee, 
 
 To pillow her head on that place of rest. 
 He was old and withered ; if we 
 
 Might judge from the lines upon his face. 
 Old and withered and worn ; while she 
 
 Was fresh as light in its morning grace. 
 
 Was he indeed, so ? Do you think, 
 
 That Life can be known, while on its brink, 
 
 We tread, with the free and gladsome airs, 
 
 That Childhood, in its freshness wears? 
 
 I know there are notes which it can touch, 
 
 Clear and sweet and ringing : but much 
 
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128 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 That makes Life's grandest harmony, 
 
 Is to it unknown. For we 
 
 Must range the Octaves o'er and o'er, 
 
 The tenor of joy, and the bass of pain ; 
 And blend their varying notes, before 
 
 We learn the compass of the strain, 
 
 Or join in the swell of its full refrain. 
 We may grow young, as years increase ; 
 
 And brighter thoughts than Childhood guessed, 
 May spring from the hoary head, when Peace 
 
 Has made its home in the aeed breast. 
 Fancy may move with its lightest grace ; 
 
 And Hope with its most elastic tread ; 
 And Love of the Beautiful hold its place, 
 
 In hearts, whose dearest hopes are fled ; 
 When we come to learn, that Life may be, 
 Only the Bud of Eternity ; 
 Waiting here for the Spring to come, 
 When it blossoms out in its Heavenly Home ! 
 
 II. 
 
 "Tell me a story," — the Little One said. 
 
 And the Old Man looked, with a bright'ning 
 eye, 
 As he laid his hand on her curly head, 
 
 And thus, to his darling, made reply. 
 " A Story, Little One ! What shall it be ? " 
 
 " A real, live story, Grandpa, please ; 
 
THE STORY OF LITTLE THINGS. 1 2i) 
 
 Of the Little Folks, we cannot see, 
 
 Who dance in the Rain-drops and sing in the 
 Trees, 
 When the Wind is blowing, merrily — 
 For you said there were such, once, you know." 
 
 " Yes ! my Darling ! Long ages ago ; 
 
 Long before Grandpa himself was born ; 
 
 Long before his first saw the morn ; 
 
 Or his, or his, in a length'ning line — 
 
 Men had strange thoughts of the Power Divine : 
 
 And peopled the Earth, Woods, Air and Springs, 
 
 With countless hosts of Little Things, 
 
 People we ought to call them : who, — 
 
 Pervading Nature, through and through — 
 
 Had forms so tiny that they could sup, 
 
 In the dainty folds of the Butter-Cup ; 
 
 Or hide themselves, till Evening's close, 
 
 In the spiral forms of the sweet Primrose 
 
 And then, with a sudden burst and shout, 
 
 Let its delicious fragrance, out ! 
 
 They could ride on the wave in a Muscle-Shell, 
 
 As the Moonbeams glanced on the glistening tide ; 
 And feel their Fairy bosoms swell 
 
 With the thrilling touch of Elfin pride. 
 They had all hours beneath their sway ; 
 But better far than the garish day, 
 They loved the quiet hours of night, 
 When all things slept in the pale moonlight ; 
 
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 And the busy world was hushed and still ; 
 
 And nought was heard but the watch-doe's 
 bark, 
 As he bayed the Moon from the distant hill ; 
 
 And the owl was hooting in forests dark. 
 Then, roused by the stroke of the Wood-tick's 
 Clock, 
 
 As he kept the hours in the haunted Oak ; 
 They would spring from their homes in the rifted 
 rock, 
 
 And answer the call, which his summons spoke. 
 Away, away, they would speed them on, 
 Ere the wizard hours of nio-ht were eone ! 
 Some, from the Glens and the Caves, would come, 
 To the drowsy sound of the beetle's hum ; 
 Some, from the sweets of their flowery bed, 
 
 Would start at the call with a glad surprise ; 
 And some would move with too nimble a tread, 
 
 To shake the dew from the violet's eyes. 
 Some, from the tops of the moonlit trees ; 
 
 Some, where the humming-bird's tiny nest, 
 Scarcely swayed in the fragrant breeze, 
 
 As it stole from the prairies of the West ; 
 Some, on the back of the toad, would ride 
 
 — For they loved all sorts of frolic and fun — 
 Some would step, with a stately pride ; 
 
 Some would walk, and some would run ; 
 Some, on the wings of the Moth would fly ; 
 
 Some would take the Fire-Fly's lamp, 
 
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 And as it twinkled cheerily, 
 
 Wend their way o'er Hill and Swamp ; 
 And giggle and laugh, as they strove to pass 
 Will-o'-the-Wisp, on his dark morass. 
 With Elfin finders some would untwist 
 
 The Morning-Glory's purple fold ; 
 And some would come, on the lowland mist, 
 
 As it, chariot-like, before them rolled ; 
 And some, on the back of the Shooting-Star, 
 Would come to the trysting ground from far. 
 From Heaven above and Earth beneath ; 
 From Hill and Vale and grassy Plain ; 
 From wheresoe'er God's creatures breathe, — 
 They would come with might and main 
 Members of the Elfin-Court ; 
 And with Fairy glee and sport, 
 Pass the moonlit hours away, 
 Till the early dawn of day. 
 
 III. 
 
 But often, a Stream would cross their way ; 
 
 And then, it was royal fun, to see 
 How the Nymphs and Water-Sprites obey 
 
 A Law which bound them, loyally, 
 To keep their sacred precincts, free 
 From stranger-feet ! With roguish gleam, 
 You might see their elfin-faces beam, 
 Here and there, in the moonlit-stream, 
 
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 As its ripples, merrily, danced along 
 
 To the sweet refrain of their gentle song. 
 
 But as soon as the Fays of the Land would cross 
 
 To the other side, the Nymphs of the Stream 
 Would raise their tiny forms, and toss 
 
 Their little waves ; and shout and scream, 
 With the myriad voices of Elfin spite ; 
 As they felt the thrill of a strange delight, 
 In seeking thus, to turn away, 
 The feet of the Intruding Fay! 
 They would call the Leech his blood to draw ; 
 
 •They would summon the Shrimp and Soldier- 
 Crab ; 
 
 ley would bid the Pike, with his hungry maw, 
 
 Follow him fast : and guide the stab, 
 Which the Sword-Fish, gave with his weapon grim, 
 As he sought to pierce the elfin-limb. 
 O ! but a weary time had they, 
 Who strove to win their toilsome way, 
 Across the Water-Sprites' domain : 
 But, when the other side, they gain, 
 They shout and sing, with elfin glee, 
 And haste to the place of their revelry. 
 
 IV. 
 
 It was a lovely spot to see ! 
 
 For the winds forgot their anger there ; 
 And they sighed, with so soft a melody, 
 
 That, they scarcely, stirred the evening air ! 
 
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 And the stately trees their shadows threw, 
 
 Over against the sky of blue ; 
 
 As the moonbeams touched their tops with light, 
 
 Giving the shade a darker night, 
 
 Where the branches, arching overhead, 
 
 A royal canopy upreared ; 
 And a carpet, soft as a Fairy's tread, 
 
 Of grass, inlaid with flowers, appeared. 
 The little blue-eyed Forget-Me-Not, 
 Breathed its perfume round the spot ; 
 The graceful forms of the Maiden-Hair, 
 
 Waved with a motion light and free : 
 As if it sought its life to share, 
 
 With the fairy-leaved Anemone ! 
 And the Daisy strove, with its cheerful face, 
 To lend fresh charm to the sacred place : 
 While Pansy, Asphodel and Rose, 
 All their loveliest tints disclose. 
 With mimic skill the Throne appeared, 
 On a base of pearly shells, upreared — 
 Phosphoric light, about it played : 
 
 And wavy sprays of the Columbine 
 Let in the alternate light and shade, 
 
 As its branches swayed in the soft moon- 
 shine ! 
 This was the Fay-King's Judgment-Seat. 
 And, ranged about in order meet, 
 
 Above ; beneath ; on every hand, 
 With forms as light, and steps as fleet, 
 
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 As a passing thought, around him stand, 
 The Little Ones of the Elfin-Land ; 
 To execute the high decree, 
 Of this Fairy Court of Chivalry ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Sometimes for revelry and sport, 
 
 The monarch would summon his fairy-court ; 
 
 And throned on the Huleh Lily's crown, 
 
 In his royal state, look gayly down 
 
 On the myriad forms that thronged to pass, 
 
 Out of brake and bush and flower ; 
 Dancing merrily on the grass ; 
 
 Making love in the moonlit-bower ; 
 In brilliant dress of state arrayed, 
 
 Passing full before his view ; 
 Glancing out of light and shade, 
 
 Quick as thought, and bright as dew. 
 O ! but his heart beat high with pride, 
 As, trooping round on every side, 
 His courtiers crowd with fun and glee, 
 To the chosen place of their revelry ! 
 And as the Lily waved to and fro, 
 
 To the crentle breath of the evening breeze ; 
 He would smile to see them come and go, 
 
 As they lead the dance 'neath the haunted trees 
 His was as gorgeous a canopy, 
 As heart could wish or eye could see. 
 
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 For the Lily's petals of snowy white 
 
 Fringed with jewels the night had made, 
 Bent their arch of silvery light 
 
 Over his head ; and, in their shade, 
 Half-concealed and half- displayed, 
 
 His roguish eyes, with a merry gleam, 
 The scene of their romp and sport, surveyed 
 
 As it lay revealed in the bright moonbeam ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Sometimes, a fairy's heart would move, 
 
 With the tender thrill of human love. 
 
 They would own the glance of a maiden's eye ; 
 
 And answer back her pensive sigh. 
 
 They would bask in the light of her gentle smile ; 
 
 And make sweet sport with herself, the while. 
 
 And the elf-lock, with its cunning curl, 
 
 On the brow where beauty lingers, 
 Told, how many a fair-haired girl, 
 
 Felt the touch of fairy fingers ! 
 Some, with the baby-oak, were born, 
 
 As it burst the bonds of its acorn-cup ; 
 And they came, with the dews of Night and Morn, 
 
 To build its grand proportions up. 
 Through its years of early life ; 
 Through its littleness and strife ; 
 Through its growth of later years, 
 All their ministry appears. 
 
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 And, when fully formed, it stood 
 
 Crowned, the Monarch of the Wood ; 
 
 All its glory they would share ; 
 
 Lift its branches high in air ; 
 
 And join the swell of their sweet refrain, 
 
 To the whispering winds and the pattering rain ! 
 
 O ! but a merry time had they, 
 
 Through the long, long life of the mountain- 
 oak ! 
 For they never grew old, and were just as gay 
 
 Up to the last, when the woodman's stroke, 
 Its leafy honors took away, 
 
 Or slow decay its substance broke. 
 Their lease of life together ran, 
 
 For the Dryads shared the Oak-tree's state ; 
 At the same point, their course began ; 
 
 At the same point, they met their fate. 
 The Tree fell, headlong, on the plain ; 
 The Dryads never moved again ! 
 Where no human eye can see, 
 
 Gnomes their secret way pursue 
 Working always, silently, 
 
 But with mischief, still in view. 
 Ever finding their delight, 
 In all little acts of spite. 
 Salamanders, in the fire, 
 
 Sparkle with incessant glow : 
 Growing brighter still, as higher 
 
 In the rising flames they go. 
 
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 And as these their forms prolong, 
 
 Deftly springing here and there : 
 Singing-Flames take up the song, 
 
 Which they breathe upon the air ! * 
 Rising up from Ocean's caves, 
 
 Roguish water-sprites are seen ; 
 Yielding, underneath the waves, 
 
 Homaofe to their Virgin Oueen ! 
 Realms of beauty, rich and rare, 
 Yield them habitations there. 
 Brilliant forms of crystal spar, 
 Sparkling like the Northern Star, 
 Arch the high resounding domes, 
 Where they make their chosen homes. 
 Floors, where gems and pearls abound, 
 
 Feel the tread of fairy-feet ; 
 And the Coral groves resound, 
 
 With their music, soft and sweet. 
 For Life is busy, beneath the wave ; 
 
 And forms of beauty meet us there, 
 In what we would call the Ocean grave, 
 
 Richer than those of the upper air ! 
 And this is my Story. Don't you see, 
 
 It comes as fresh as the Spring-time breeze, 
 
 * Is not the dream of Romance well-nigh ended ? The 
 Popular Science Monthly for April, 1873, nas a notice in its 
 Miscellany, of the Practical Application of Singing- Flames, 
 by Dr. A. R. Irvine of the British Iron and Steel Institu- 
 tion ! 
 
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 When it whispers its secrets, playfully, 
 
 To the opening buds of the waving trees ? " 
 
 VII. 
 
 " It 's beautiful, Grandpa ! But is it true ? 
 I never saw such sprites — did you ? " 
 
 " No, my Darling ! I suppose, 
 
 That Nature no such creatures, knows. 
 
 But then, our race, in its early youth, 
 
 Blindly groping after the truth ; 
 
 Knew little enough, of the God, whose power 
 
 Blazed in the Sun, and opened the Flower: 
 
 And so, in His place, they multiplied 
 
 These fancied beings, with wondrous skill ; 
 
 And with power of working good or ill, 
 To almost any extent, supplied. 
 And yet, these dreams of wild romance, 
 Of fairy sport and fun and dance ; 
 Can scarce, with the simple facts compare, 
 Which press on our notice everywhere. 
 The Rain comes down, on the thirsty ground 
 
 In the gentle form of the Spring-time showers ; 
 Or falls on the roof with a pattering sound ; 
 
 Or scarcely shakes the opening flowers. 
 But no little Fay was as cunning an Elf, 
 As each of its drops when seen by itself: 
 
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 For it shone in the rays of the morning light, 
 With a beam, like that of the diamond, bright ; 
 Or into the heart of the rose would steal ; 
 
 And, hiding away in silence there, 
 Would help its beauties to reveal 
 
 And breathe its fragrance out on the air ! 
 Or, it changed its form as the Sun rose high, 
 And mounted in vapor, to sail through the sky ; 
 And over the clouds in glory, threw 
 The delicate tints of the rainbow hue. 
 Or made the wintry landscape know 
 The treasures of the falling snow : 
 Or wreathed in many a strange device, 
 The crystal forms of the sparkling ice. 
 
 The Sun pours forth its beams of light ; 
 
 But what is it, that makes those beams so bright ? 
 
 Atoms of matter so small, that we, 
 
 Have no power their forms to see. 
 
 Spreading away through the thin, thin air ; 
 
 Filling all space, with their delicate motion ; 
 Undulating everywhere ; 
 
 Light is the wave of this Fairy Ocean. 
 And the varied colors of things we see, 
 
 Tell us how fast those wavelets move ; 
 And how Little Things make harmony, 
 
 In all around, beneath, above ! 
 Ages ago, the sunbeams stole 
 
 Into the heart of the growing tree ; 
 
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 And now, shut up in their beds of coal, 
 
 They wait for their hour of liberty ; 
 When — changing only their proper names — 
 Those beams come out, as frolicksome flames ; 
 And up the chimney, dancing go, 
 While the house is filled with the pleasant glow ; 
 Or they draw the train, as it speeds along, 
 Urged by the breath of the Sunbeam's Song ! 
 
 Do you know, as the Ocean heaves its tide, 
 How its secret strength is all supplied ? 
 Little Drops, beyond all number, 
 In its deep recesses slumber : 
 Ever moving to and fro, 
 Making up its ebb and flow ; 
 Murmuring, in its low-voiced song ; 
 
 Thundering in the deaf'ning roar, 
 Which its swelling waves prolong, 
 
 As they dash upon the shore ! 
 O ! the unseen power that dwells 
 
 In the Little Things of Earth ! 
 How impressively it tells 
 
 Of the One who gave them birth ! 
 Heaving in the storm-tossed main ; 
 Waving in the ripening grain ; 
 Sparkling in the sunbeam's light ; 
 Glorying in the tempest's might ; 
 Breathing perfume on the air ; 
 Living, acting, everywhere, 
 
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 Little Things their work pursue ; 
 Ever constant, ever new ; 
 Writing their Creator's Name, 
 
 In the mountain-torrent's dash — 
 In the Lightning's livid flame ; 
 
 In the Thunder's startling crash. 
 In the Snow-Flake ; in the Dew ; 
 And, in little toads, like you ! " 
 
TWILIGHT MUSINGS. 
 
 There are voices softly ringing, 
 I shall hear on earth no more ; 
 
 Tones of cfentle music, singino- 
 To me from the Unknown Shore. 
 
 There are footfalls sounding near me, 
 But they reach my ear alone ; 
 
 Voices of the past which cheer me, 
 With their ^ld familiar tone. 
 
 Forms that in the grave are lying 
 Move around each path I tread. 
 
 They are living yet ; for dying 
 Does not leave us truly dead. 
 
 No ! Qur real Life surviveth 
 Even in the act of death. 
 
 Resurrection but reviveth 
 
 Germs of life that wait its breath. 
 
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 I am richer for the union 
 
 With the loved ones gone before ; 
 Lono-ino- more for the communion, 
 
 Fuller Life shall yet restore ! 
 
 May I not believe, that loved ones, 
 Who, from earth have passed away, 
 
 Move, as angel forms about me ; 
 Ministering on my way ? 
 
 When the twilight shadows darken ; 
 
 Still, small voices on the air 
 Seem to make the spirit hearken 
 
 For the Footstep on the stair ! 
 
 Is it Memory that reminds me, 
 Of Life's broken ties as such ? 
 
 Or the electric chain that binds me, 
 Answering to some unknown touch ? 
 
 Powers of worlds unseen surround us ; 
 
 Heaven is nearer than we think : 
 And the waves of Life around us, 
 
 Fall, in murmurs, on its brink ! 
 
 For, eternal things are lying- 
 Hidden by the spray and strife 
 
 Dashing round us, here; and dying 
 Is but birth to nobler life. 
 
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 And its surges, sounding near us, 
 Tell us of our Heavenly Home ; 
 
 Whence, with dew-like thoughts to cheer us, 
 Dwellers there oft round us come ! 
 
 And they touch with unseen fingers, 
 
 All the strings of inner life ; 
 Waking many a thought which lingers, 
 
 Sweetly, 'midst its din and strife. 
 
 When we pass beyond the River, 
 
 We shall meet our loved ones there : 
 
 And the forms that most we've cherished, 
 Shall be loved ones, as they were ! 
 
 For we stand outside the Portal 
 Of our Full Life's Blessedness : 
 
 When we enter in, Immortal, 
 Shall our meed of joy be less ? 
 
THE STILL WATERS. 
 
 There is a Stream of which I drink, 
 
 Whose Living Water flows 
 Softly, as on its mossy brink, 
 
 The dew-drop, trembling, glows. 
 
 It does not flow from springs of earth ; 
 
 But, 'midst the Eternal Hills 
 On Sion's Mount, it has its birth, 
 
 And sweetly, there distils. 
 
 And thence, pervadingly, it flows 
 Through pastures green and fair ; 
 
 Where Carmel's Vine, and Sharon's Rose 
 Shed their best fragrance there. 
 
 And oft, the Saviour comes unseen, 
 And with His sweetest smile, 
 
 Invites me to these pastures green, 
 And bids me rest awhile. 
 
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 How sweet, how heavenly is the place ! 
 
 For all around, above, 
 Tells of the riches of His grace, 
 
 And whispers of His love. 
 
 And calm and still, the waters flow ; 
 
 And as I stoop to drink, 
 Bright gleams of heavenly radiance glow 
 
 Upon the river's brink. 
 
 What are they ? Shinings forth of grace ; 
 
 Bright foretastes from above, 
 Where Jesus shows unveiled His face ; 
 
 And feasts us with His love. 
 
 And gently as the evening dews 
 
 Distil upon the flower : 
 The Living Water there, renews 
 
 The fainting spirit's power. 
 
 Dear Saviour ! only lead me there 
 And I shall learn from Thee ; 
 
 To walk amidst Earth's darkest care, 
 From all distraction free ! 
 
THE CAPTIVE EAGLE. 
 
 An Eagle, once condemned to be 
 Detained in long captivity ; 
 At length was to be freed again. 
 The owner broke the captive's chain, 
 And waited near to see him rise, 
 And seek once more his native skies. 
 But no. He seems to heed it not : 
 
 Listless, he treads the little round 
 That had, for years, described the spot 
 
 That marked his chain's length on the ground. 
 And is it so ? Is all forgot ? 
 
 Amid the ashes of Desire 
 That burned within him ; is there not 
 
 Some spark of the once glowing fire ? 
 See ! there 's a kindling of his eye, 
 With one glance at his native sky. 
 One wing is partly stretched ; and then 
 Is folded to his side again. 
 The other follows, at full length, 
 As if he questioned of its strength ; 
 
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 Then both, a moment opening wide, 
 Were quickly folded to his side. 
 But not for long. Some power, suppress'd, 
 Seems to be struggling in his breast. 
 Visions of distant fields of light, 
 Are rising dimly on his sight : 
 And voices of the far-off skies, 
 Seem to be calling him to rise. 
 Upward, one kindling glance he threw ; 
 Close to his perch, his body drew ; 
 Sprang forward, as in glad surprise, 
 And sought once more, his native skies. 
 One moment, round and round he flew, 
 In circles widening to his view ; 
 One moment seemed to linger there, 
 Before he sought the upper air ; 
 Then, mounting upward in his flight, 
 
 As if all doubt, all fear was o'er ; 
 Slowly he faded from the sight — 
 
 The Captive Bird was free, once more ! 
 
 Such is the Christian. One, set free, 
 And called to use his liberty : 
 But oft, alas ! he 's called in vain. 
 For — like the Eagle, when his chain 
 At first was broken — knowing not, 
 
 That faith in Jesus sets him free 
 From Sin's dominion ; on the spot 
 
 Where he obtained his liberty, 
 
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 He lingers, treading o'er and o'er 
 A round of duties, as before. 
 Unconscious of his freedom, he 
 Remains in dull captivity ; 
 Careless of all that bids him rise, 
 And spread his pinions for the skies. 
 The sweet, pervading influence, 
 
 That dew-like on the soul distils, 
 And wakens there, the new-born sense 
 
 Of Sonship, as the spirit thrills 
 Beneath the Saviour's love ; and we 
 Rise, in the perfect liberty, 
 Which love imparts, to comprehend 
 How, without measure, bound, or end, 
 That love exists for us ; of this, 
 He knows not, nor conceives, the bliss. 
 How can he ? Can the Eagle share 
 The keen delights of upper air, 
 While on his perch he, idly, sleeps ? 
 And can the Christian, while he keeps 
 His place, within the broken chain 
 Of duties done, expect to gain 
 The consciousness of freedom ? No. 
 Forth from such bondaee he must e^o. 
 For, fields beyond the Eagle's flight, 
 
 Invite his wing : and brighter skies 
 Than those illumed by earthly lio-nt, 
 
 Call him persuasively to rise. 
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 The Sense of Sonship, in the soul 
 
 Seeks its own origin to prove ; 
 And springing up from Law's control, 
 
 Finds every law fulfilled in Love. 
 How hieh its flight ! How wide its reach 
 How deep, beyond the power of speech, 
 Its peace extends ! How pure the air, 
 That floats around the spirit, there ; 
 And, in its inspiration, brings 
 A feeling like a sense of wings, 
 Prompting the soul to rise and prove 
 The pure delights of perfect Love ! 
 
 °X«c 
 
 EPIGRAM. 
 
 On hearing a friend of the Rev. complain of his 
 
 starving salary. 
 
 I own it is hard : and I feel it afresh ; 
 
 Still, Candor the true reason owns. 
 If his people persist in refusing him flesh, 
 
 It 's because he will feed them with bones. 
 
A PARABLE. 
 
 As the Sun looked out from the Eastern sky, 
 The Violet raised its deep-blue eye ; 
 And in soft and whispered accents said, 
 While the dew-drop bent its delicate head — 
 
 This drop of dew, 
 
 I have kept for you, 
 Througli all the darkness of the night ; . 
 JVozv, shine and make my dew-drop bright ; 
 
 Bright for Thyself O Sun ! 
 And the Sunbeam entered the drop of dew, 
 Trembling there in the Violet blue ; 
 And it grew as bright as the costly gem, 
 That shines in the monarch's diadem ! 
 
 The Morning passed ; and the drop of dew 
 Sparkled no more, in the eye of blue ; 
 For the Sunbeam kissed it all away. 
 Yet still, the Violet seemed to say, 
 
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 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 / am not alone, 
 
 Though my dew-drop is gone : 
 For the fragrance it, lovingly wrought in me, 
 I yield as my best return to Thee ; 
 
 For Thy grace to me, O Sun ! 
 And the Sun smiled back, as he strove to lift 
 Up to himself the Violet's gift ; 
 But, ere he could do it, the perfumed air 
 Told of its secret everywhere. 
 
 The Summer passed ; and out of sight, 
 The Violet sank for the Winter's nioht. 
 But the Autumn leaves above its head, 
 Rustling to the wild wind's tread, 
 Heard her words, as she softly said, 
 
 Though I 'm out of sight, 
 
 For the Winter s night, 
 Thou wilt bring me forth again to the light ; 
 And again, Thou wilt make my dew-drop bright, 
 
 Bright for Thyself, Sun ! 
 I will bring thee forth, the Sun replied, 
 As the Violet bowed her head and died ; 
 And the South Wind for her burial sighed. 
 
'L&*s 
 
 INSCRIPTION ON A SUN-DIAL. 
 
 Non numero horas nisi serenas. 
 
 A Dial, bearing this device 
 
 Attracts the traveller's view : 
 Teaching in sounding phrase, a thought, 
 
 More specious far than true : 
 / number not the passing hours, 
 
 Unless the sun be shining : — 
 Forgetting, that Life's loveliest flowers, 
 
 Are in the shade reclining. 
 
 A Day is born. But when the Night 
 
 Has closed its little round : 
 We find, that hours both dark and bright, 
 
 Have joined to mark its round. 
 And Life records its total sum, 
 
 Not by the bright hours only ; 
 But by rehearsing all that 's done 
 
 In times both bright and lonely. 
 
 The sweetest flowers are never, those 
 Beneath a cloudless sky : 
 
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 The Lily, Violet and Rose, 
 Would wither there and die. 
 
 And all Life's loveliest graces are 
 By the same Law unfolded ; 
 
 And yield their richest fragrance, where 
 'Neath shady skies they 're moulded. 
 
 The Diamond flashes in the light, 
 
 And yields a softer ray ; 
 E'en when the darkness of the night 
 
 Has quite shut out the day. 
 But yet, the brilliant gem had birth 
 
 Not where the sunbeam found it ; 
 But in the gloomy caves of earth, 
 
 With deepest night around it. 
 
 The Pearl, before the noonday light 
 
 Displays its loveliest hue : 
 But 't was in darkness and in night, 
 
 Its glorious beauties grew. 
 For, by a process none can tell, 
 
 All sun, all light excluded ; 
 Its birthplace is the oyster's shell, 
 
 By slow degrees exuded. 
 
 To the warm sunshine's genial ray, 
 Each flower-bud makes reply ; 
 
 And gives its hue and fragrance way, 
 Beneath the summer-sky. 
 
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 But yet, those hidden secrets were 
 
 Within the bud preparing ; 
 And cloudy skies and sunny hours, 
 
 Are but its work declaringf. 
 
 The Day has glories of the Light 
 
 Oft seen yet ever new ; 
 But grander still are those which Night 
 
 Discloses to our view; 
 And while Life oft, seems out of tune, 
 
 We '11 reverently remember, 
 The Year that brings us flowers in June, 
 
 Has frost for its December. 
 
 Our Life has many a summer sky, 
 
 On which no cloud appears ; 
 And Hope shines bright in many an eye, 
 
 That ne'er was wet with tears. 
 But, when we would its sum disclose, 
 
 And its attainments single ; 
 We find its grandest deeds are those 
 
 Where Clouds and Sunshine mino-le. 
 
 We will not murmur then ; nor wish 
 
 Our sky was always bright : 
 But number still, Life's varied hours, 
 
 Though some are in the nio-ht. 
 And, let us ne'er this truth forget, 
 
 Nor yield to hopeless sorrow : 
 That though to-day our Sun be set, 
 
 'T will rise a^ain to-morrow ! 
 
THE WHITE STONE. 
 
 " To him that truer cometh, will I give . . . . a white stone, and in the stone 
 a new name written, which no man knoweth, saving he that receiveth it." 
 
 Each man has his own history, formed and moulded, 
 
 As are the Spring-time leaves, 
 Within the autumn buds ; and thence, unfolded, 
 By powers he scarce perceives. 
 
 That history is unwritten. None can render 
 
 Its workings into speech ; 
 Or tell, how far in all that 's deep or tender, 
 
 The chords of Nature reach. 
 
 But deep within, we feel their low vibrations, 
 
 Each for himself alone ; 
 And thrill beneath the touch of aspirations, 
 
 By others all unknown. 
 
 God hears their silent workings : for He readeth 
 
 Each thought of every soul : 
 And gives Himself, as every one most needeth 
 
 In fulness for the whole. 
 
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 He still is One ; but in His benedictions, 
 
 Is not the same to all. 
 He suits Himself to each, with such restrictions, 
 
 As answer to their call. 
 
 All flowers live in the Sun ; and each appealeth, 
 
 For its own special hue : 
 And each, in its full beauty, but revealeth, 
 
 What, from His beams, it drew. 
 
 In light, in heat, and in full rainbow-splendors, 
 
 Those beams around it play ; 
 But each receiveth, only what it renders, 
 
 Back to the Eye of Day ! 
 
 It comprehends no more ; and its appealing 
 
 Is for that hue alone. 
 And Leaf, Bud, Petal are alike revealing, 
 
 How each the light has known. 
 
 And thus, all creatures have in God, their being ; 
 
 Each in His fulness lives. 
 But not alike, are we His glories seeing, 
 
 And not alike He gives. 
 
 You may not read what God, to me, is showing 
 
 When I His fulness prove ; 
 Nor may another drink the stream, whose flowing 
 
 To you bears Light and Love. 
 
 The new name hath its secrets ; which he knoweth 
 To whom that name is given : 
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 And to that secret each believer groweth, 
 And in it finds his heaven. 
 
 His unexpanded heaven, whose full unfolding 
 
 His future Life shall be ; 
 And here, his spirit, blossom-like, is moulding, 
 
 Into its symmetry. 
 
 For each one is his name ; and comprehendeth, 
 
 Not all that Jesus is ; 
 But what a kindred nature apprehendeth, 
 
 By making truly his. 
 
 That name is but the measure of the union, 
 
 We have with Jesus' love; 
 The rich foretasting of that sweet communion, 
 
 Awaiting us above ! 
 
 God calls us by it ; and its meaning rises, 
 
 Upon the spirit's sight 
 In gradual unfolding; and surprises 
 
 With strange, new-born, delight. 
 
 For we perceive that meaning, to our measure 
 
 Of victory over sin ; 
 And all beyond, is but an unknown treasure, 
 
 Lying concealed within. 
 
 O ! for the peace that comes from this revealing ; 
 
 When, quivering through the frame, 
 The soul in its deep consciousness is feeling, 
 
 The secret of its name ! 
 
FELLOWSHIP. 
 
 There is a Harp of countless strings 
 
 In Nature's works around us ; 
 And rich the music that it brings, 
 
 When earthly cares surround us. 
 Its sweetest tones may peal around, 
 
 Unheard by outward senses ; 
 But reach us, in the calm profound 
 
 Of dew-like influences. 
 
 There 's music in the rustling trees, 
 
 And in the sky-lark's soaring ; 
 Sweet music in the evening breeze, 
 
 And in the Ocean's roaring. 
 There 's music in the varied tones 
 
 Of animals that love us ; 
 Grand music in the solemn march 
 
 Of suns and stars, above us. 
 
 The Daisy lifts its dew-lit eyes, 
 In Nature's deep communing ; 
 
 To the sweet light of far-off skies, 
 Its inward growth attuning. 
 
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 Millions of miles those sunbeams came, 
 Their light with all things sharing- 
 
 Yet life and strength and healthful growth. 
 To this frail floweret bearing. 
 
 So, we too, stand 'mid countless powers, 
 
 Whose influences surround us ; 
 And waken thoughts, like summer flowers, 
 
 Above, beneath, around us. 
 From every object round us, we 
 
 New impulses may borrow ; 
 And answer back the minstrelsy, 
 
 Of Nature's joy and sorrow. 
 
 There 's music, sweeter far than this : 
 
 Though this is near the portals 
 Of something like the sweetest bliss, 
 
 That God has given to mortals. 
 Yet, 't is the portals only ; and 
 
 We must the building enter; 
 Ere we can hear the solemn, grand, 
 
 Rich, music of the centre. 
 
 It comes, in tones of sympathy 
 
 For all, our nature sharing; 
 And claims an interest, large and free, 
 
 In every want they 're sharing. 
 It 's not in nation ; not in race ; 
 
 It 's not in outward station. 
 
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 It's founded solely, on the place, 
 God cave it in Creation. 
 
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 We read it there ; and own the claim 
 
 He meant it to engender ; 
 And, for the love of His dear Name, 
 
 Whate'er it calls for, render. 
 It is the pulse of the " one blood," 
 
 Our common nature filling ; 
 The under-tones of brotherhood, 
 
 With low, deep music thrilling. 
 
 We move among the mighty dead, 
 
 Who long have gone before us ; 
 And seem to feel the silent tread 
 
 Of ages passing o'er us. 
 We think their thoughts ; their hopes renew ; 
 
 Revive their aspirations; 
 And feel our pulses thrill anew, 
 
 With their best inspirations. 
 
 There 's yet a purer joy than this. 
 
 'Tis in the soul upspringing, 
 Like waters in the wilderness, 
 
 Or birds, in deserts, singing. 
 A Peace and Joy which freely flow, 
 
 E'en when we're tempest-driven ; 
 But which they only, come to know, 
 
 Whose fellowship 's in Heaven. 
 
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 It is the spirit's full accord 
 
 With all that God has spoken : 
 The harmony of thought and word, 
 
 By no one discord broken. 
 Not that his reason comprehends ; 
 
 But that his heart approveth ; 
 And the best reason meets and blends, 
 
 In him who truly loveth. 
 
 There may not be an utterance heard, 
 
 To mark the soul-communing ; 
 But O ! its deepest depths are stirred, 
 
 As harp-strings are, in tuning. 
 And thence, in musical accord, 
 
 Its varied powers are waking ; 
 And, with sweet music to the Lord, 
 
 Its melody is making. 
 
 The Lamp, that burns with perfumed oil, 
 
 Sheds sweetest light around it ; 
 And Faith is brightest, while the toil 
 
 And cares of Life surround it. 
 For, deep within the soul, the light, 
 
 Of heavenly truth is burning ; 
 And songs are sweetest when the night 
 
 Of Grief, to Joy is turning. 
 
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 THE DEAD CHRIST.* 
 
 The work of Death, at last, is done, 
 And Jesus sleeps, in calm repose : 
 
 The circle of His life is run, 
 
 In seeming triumph for His foes. 
 
 He sleeps in death, who came to prove 
 
 The fulness of eternal love. 
 
 Approach. And, as you venture near, 
 To gaze with reverence on the dead, 
 
 Tread softly ; for the Sleeper here, 
 Seems to be resting on His bed. 
 
 You scarce can think, repose so deep, 
 
 Can be aught else than healthful sleep. 
 
 A veil is gently o'er Him thrown ; 
 
 So gently, that you seem to see 
 Through it ; and, on the sculptured stone, 
 
 To trace the spotless purity, 
 
 * The veiled Statue of The Dead Christ, in the family chapel 
 of S. Maria della Pieta d£ Sangri, Naples, is a work of won- 
 derful power. Indeed, there is no piece of statuary in the 
 city, that can be justly compared with it. 
 
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 That, halo-like, shone round His head, 
 And lingers sweetly o'er the Dead. 
 
 The Crown of Thorns lies by His feet ; 
 
 The Hammer and the Nails are there ; 
 The instruments of Death, complete, 
 
 The story of the Cross declare. 
 His wounded hands and feet and side, 
 Repeat to us how Jesus died. 
 
 Of His mysterious agony 
 
 There rests no trace upon His brow 
 In glorious tranquillity, 
 
 The Dead Christ sleeps before you now ; 
 You see the lines in form and face, 
 That Death alone has power to trace. 
 
 Yes, Death ; but something more. Alone, 
 Death could not cause what, here, you see. 
 
 The sculptor's art has made the stone 
 Speak to us of the mystery 
 
 Of Him who thus in death could lie, 
 
 And yet, in death do more than die. 
 
 Do more? Yes. Had He not full power 
 
 Over His life, to hold it still 
 Against all foes ; or at the hour, 
 
 To lay it down of His own will ? 
 
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 And this high purpose seems to speak, 
 From His calm brow and pallid cheek. 
 
 He seemed a victim. Was He ? No ! 
 
 For Jesus acted in His death : 
 He gave His Spirit leave to go ; 
 
 And willed His own departing breath. 
 Christ was not passive when He died : 
 The Conqueror was The Crucified ! 
 
 You gaze ; and feel the sculptor's art 
 Throw its strong spell upon the soul : 
 
 Till, captive both in mind and heart, 
 You yield yourself to its control 
 
 And feel — for words, here, ask no breath — 
 
 This, this is Jesus in His death ! 
 
 All-conquering Saviour ! In the light 
 Of this Thy wondrous love to me ; 
 
 Earth's shadows grow divinely bright, 
 And love blooms into liberty. 
 
 Sin cannot reign within the soul, 
 
 That lives within Thy strong control. 
 
 I gaze, in awe and wonder, till 
 
 The great conception fires my soul : 
 
 And wakes, with its electric thrill, 
 
 A deathless love, whose strong control 
 
 Brings every thought, with sweet accord, 
 
 To wait in service, on its Lord. 
 
AN AUTUMN RAMBLE. 
 
 It was a day 
 Of Autumn's choicest beauty. The fair Earth 
 Lay like a garden, in the smile of Heaven. 
 The sky was cloudless : and September's sun 
 Looked forth, in gentle gladness, as its beams 
 Danced on the ripples of the murmuring stream ; 
 Or wooed the wild-bee from its home, to sip 
 The sweets, that lingered in the fading flowers. 
 The wind scarce swayed the clover's leaf, or shook 
 The dew-drops from the fern ; yet bush and brake 
 Dropped, silently, their sere leaves to the ground. 
 The flocks and herds had cropped their morning 
 
 meal, 
 And sought repose beneath the spreading trees. 
 The wild birds carolled gayly in the woods ; 
 And the deep calm of purity and peace, 
 Investing Nature like an atmosphere, 
 Broke on the troubled passions of the soul, 
 Like the first sunbeam through the parting clouds. 
 
 I had been musing on the Life of Man, 
 The history of Nations, and the end, 
 
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 Which, in the cycle of revolving years, 
 
 Returns alike for both ; and I went forth 
 
 To hold communion in the woodland shade, 
 
 With the deep mysteries of the Universe, 
 
 To draw instruction from the falling leaf, 
 
 The change of seasons, and the flight of time ! 
 
 There is an eloquence in Nature's voice, 
 
 Whene'er we list her. teachings. She may speak, 
 
 In the soft zephyr of the Summer's eve ; 
 
 Thunder in Tempests ; murmur in the breeze ; 
 
 Or woo us, in her gentlest tones, to read 
 
 The lessons she inscribes on all her works. 
 
 And thus, she meets us, in the deep, calm, wood ; 
 
 And in its stillness, finds a voice, which speaks 
 
 Of the Eternity of Change, which seems 
 
 The Vital Spirit of the Universe. 
 
 I wandered on, in silence ; and the scene 
 
 Grew eloquent in wisdom. At my feet, 
 
 The grasshopper chirped forth its morning song ; 
 
 Rejoicing in the consciousness of life, 
 
 Even in the season that insured its doom. 
 
 The butterfly flew onward in my path ; 
 
 And paused a moment, on the withered leaves ; 
 
 The beauteous Emblem of Immortal Life, 
 
 Reposing on the subjects of decay. 
 
 Beside me lay a fallen Tree, which once, 
 
 Lifted its branches 'mid the noblest there ; 
 
 Perhaps had towered above them ; for it spoke 
 
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 E'en in its present overthrow, of strength 
 
 Superior to its fellows. But the axe 
 
 Had brought its leafy honors to the ground. 
 
 Its leaves had mingled with the earth, which gave 
 
 Their texture and their beauty. One by one, 
 
 The hand of Time had torn its limbs away, 
 
 And 'reft it of its substance ; which became 
 
 A portion of the sod on which it lay, 
 
 And blossomed in the wild flower by its side. 
 
 Life, leaf, limb, substance, all were gone ; but yet, 
 
 Its form remained as witness of the past. 
 
 Its form alone ; the traveller's gentlest touch 
 
 Might crush it to the dust. But there it lay, 
 
 Lifeless and withered ; yet the source of life, 
 
 To much that grew around it, and to all 
 
 That grew upon it ; for the lapse of time 
 
 Had called fresh beauties from its withered trunk ; 
 
 New forms of life adorned it. Rich, green moss 
 
 Enclosed it, like a vestment. Fair, young flowers 
 
 Too slight, e'en for the dew-drop's weight, came 
 
 forth, 
 And, in their delicate beauty, seemed to smile, 
 That Life could triumph by its own decay. 
 
 And such is Human Destiny. The fate 
 Of all that live, is figured in that tree. 
 The countless members of the Human Race, 
 Spring into being ; act their part, and die. 
 
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 But Time renews them. From their ashes spring 
 Beings of other mould ; and that which they 
 Had taken from the general mass of life, 
 They pay again, when they bequeath their dust, 
 To nourish other beings, who in turn, 
 Even in their dissolution, still become 
 Fountains of active life. And thus the wheel 
 Of Destiny rolls onward ; and men die, 
 Yet live in those who follow them, and make 
 A portion of the Future as the Past. 
 The nations of past ages are no more ; 
 Or live, in the remembrance of those minds 
 Which made their names immortal and shall bear 
 Their fame and glory through all coming time. 
 Their roots struck deeply, and their branches 
 
 spread, 
 And shadowed other nations ; yet they fell, 
 Like a Colossus, by the hand of Time 
 In the vast Sea of Being. Where they stood 
 Others have risen, nourished by their strength ; 
 And, like those flowerets, on that withered trunk, 
 Attained their life, amid decay and death. 
 
 And is this all ? Is there no hope beyond ? 
 Is man to be resolved in such a doom ? 
 Shall we collect a handful of his dust ; 
 And scattering it upon the breeze, exclaim 
 This much remains — no more ! 
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 No more, indeed, 
 We read on Nature's page. But there 's a Voice 
 That whispers to us — " Man shall never die. 
 I am the Resurrection and the Life ! " 
 And they who sleep in Him, shall live again 
 In blessedness, that knows of no decay ; 
 And Nature shall put on her Spring-time robes ; 
 And Autumn's breath shall scatter them no more ! 
 
" THOU SETTEST ME BEFORE THY FACE 
 FOREVER." 
 
 And is it so ? Amidst the blaze 
 Of all the countless worlds I see ; 
 
 O ! does my Heavenly Father's gaze 
 Turn with a glance of love to me ? 
 
 Yes ; in Plis Word these lines I trace — 
 
 " Thou settest me before Thy Face ! " 
 
 " Thou settest me." And who shall dare, 
 
 Remove me from that glorious place ? 
 Or from my state of favor there, 
 
 Conceal the smilings of Thy face ? 
 Thy hand hath set me ; and until 
 Some stronger hand, some mightier will 
 Than Thine is found, I shall abide, 
 Secure whatever may betide ! 
 
 "Thou settest me " — not for an hour, 
 
 Or peradventure to remain ; 
 
 But, by Thy love's constraining power, 
 
 That place forever to maintain. 
 
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 Unchangeably Thy people prove 
 Thy sovereign and eternal love ; 
 And, by the triumphs of Thy grace, 
 Forever dwell before Thy face ! 
 
 " Thou settest me" — Almighty Lord ! 
 It needs such records of Thy word ; 
 Such plain, undoubted truths to prove, 
 This triumph of Thy sovereign love ! 
 " Me " — in each moment of my life ; 
 Each scene of triumph and of strife ; 
 " Me " — in each sorrow, joy or care 
 Thy love appoints my soul to bear ; 
 Alike, if joy's ecstatic thrill 
 Or sorrow's pang my bosom fill : 
 In every scene whate'er it be, 
 
 I read the record of Thy grace ; 
 In Life ; In Death ; Eternally — 
 
 " Thou settest me before Thy Face I " 
 
TO A FRIEND ON HIS ORDINATION. 
 
 You 've gained the end, My Youthful Friend, 
 
 Which long, you 've been pursuing ; 
 And now, before you further go, 
 
 Let us your path be viewing. 
 Its points and bearings let us trace ; 
 
 Where lies each special danger ; 
 That, when it comes indeed, the case 
 
 May be to you, no stranger. 
 
 O ! 't is a glorious work, on which 
 
 You now are called to enter ; 
 A work, on which each thought and wish 
 
 And plan in life should centre. 
 There is no work so grand, if you 
 
 But rightfully pursue it ; 
 Nor auoht that works so false a life 
 
 For those who wrongly view it. 
 
 Therefore be honest with thyself; 
 And now, that you 've attained it, 
 
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 Seek only how you may promote 
 His glory who ordained it. 
 
 Be true to that, as Paul was true, 
 With high and pure devotion ; 
 
 And keep your little self from view, 
 Nor heed its slightest motion. 
 
 All canting phrase and pious talk, 
 
 Hold in deep detestation : 
 Remembering, 't is your daily walk, 
 
 That speaks your vindication. 
 'T is what you are that ends the strife 
 
 About the truth, you 're preaching : 
 And men will heed a Christ-like life 
 
 That spurn all other preaching. 
 
 Exact not from your fellow-men, 
 
 The Shibboleth of party ; 
 But let all truth find you its friend ; 
 
 Open, sincere and hearty. 
 Whate'er it calls for, freely speak ; 
 
 And calmly stand beside it : 
 Truth's resurrection-power will seek 
 
 A place where none can hide it. 
 
 Seek not to gain the foremost place ; 
 
 But take the lowliest station, 
 Where you may do the Master's work, 
 
 And gain His approbation, 
 
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 / serve, is nobler than / rule, 
 
 Though men may not believe it ; 
 
 And they stand first in Jesus' school, 
 Who lovingly receive it. 
 
 On service then, not power or place, 
 
 Is true distinction founded ; 
 And all the best rewards of grace, 
 
 By labors, most, are bounded ; 
 Perhaps on Life's most active fields ; 
 
 Perhaps of calm endurance ; 
 Wherever placed, Grace always yields 
 
 This fruit of its assurance. 
 
 O ! do not think success in Life, 
 
 By outward marks decided. 
 He gains it most, who, in the strife, 
 
 By Truth alone is guided. 
 Would you succeed ? The winner's place, 
 
 By righteous judgment warded ; 
 Will be for him, who runs the race, 
 
 By Faith and Patience guarded ! 
 
 The crown at last decks many a brow, 
 Who dreams not what he 's wearing ; 
 
 And they are oft the lowliest, now 
 Who noblest gifts are sharing. 
 
 But Pride so mingles with the race, 
 Where, least, you think to find it ; 
 
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 That Self-Assertion wins the place, 
 While Merit lags behind it. 
 
 No human hand can hold the scales, 
 
 That character is weighed in ; 
 And oft, the feeling most prevails, 
 
 That least we make parade in. 
 Therefore let Truth and Justice lead ; 
 
 Put Jesus in the centre ; 
 And let no thought go out in deed, 
 
 But what through Him may enter. 
 
 The Bishop's office you '11 revere ; 
 
 But seek not to attain it. 
 For lofty station few can bear, 
 
 E'en when they rightly gain it. 
 The Mitre and the Crown of Thorns, 
 
 Are scarce one spirit sharing ; 
 And he whose brow the first adorns, 
 
 Not oft, the last is wearing. 
 
 All honor to their glorious names, 
 
 Who, in this lofty station, 
 Made life, in every deed, proclaim 
 
 A true soul's vindication ! 
 White; Griswold; Potter; Johns and Meade; 
 
 — Thank God! that we have known such ! 
 Thrice blest, if in our hour of need, 
 
 We shall again be shown such ! 
 
TO A FRIEND ON HIS ORDINATION. IJ7 
 
 Whate'er it costs, preach thou the Word, 
 
 As governed by the preaching ; 
 And hearts shall, everywhere, be stirred, 
 
 Responsive to the teaching. 
 Preach ; as a man that truly, knows 
 
 The Gospel's inspiration. 
 Preach ; as a man whose spirit glows, 
 
 With Christ and His Salvation. 
 
 O ! 't is in grand and stirring times, 
 
 The Master bids you serve Him : 
 And he, who now would do His work, 
 
 To earnest toil must nerve him. 
 Therefore be strong : for duties wait. 
 
 Be calm : for they may try thee. 
 And the Lord whose work you do, will still, 
 
 With strength for each supply thee ! 
 
 Stand ; where the old Reformers stood ; 
 
 Nor fear to take their station. 
 The Cause for which they shed their blood, 
 
 May need thy attestation. 
 Stand for the Truth; and when He comes, 
 
 Whose standard thou art bearing : 
 As thou hast borne the Cross, thou shalt 
 
 A Crown of Life be wearing ! 
 
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THE VISION OF LOVE. 
 
 Delivered before the Society of the Sons of St. George, at their 
 Centennial Anniversary, April 23, 1872. 
 
 I fell asleep, the other day : 
 
 — At least I did to outward seeming — 
 And while I thus, unconscious lay, 
 
 By some strange chance I fell to dreaming; 
 And as to form my visions grew, 
 They took the following shape and hue : 
 
 It is said when the World was just fresh in the smile 
 
 Of its youthful existence, tho' blooming and fair, 
 It reposed in the light of its Maker the while, 
 
 Young Love had not smiled yet, and sadness 
 was there. 
 When lo ! from the Ocean, one bright, sunny day, 
 
 A vision of Glory arose on the sight : 
 It burst forth from the waves, in their turbulent play, 
 
 And shed round them the splendor of beauty and 
 
 liorht. 
 
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 O ! fair was her form as it floated along ; 
 
 And brightly the rainbow glanced forth from the 
 spray ; 
 And the waves seemed to murmur an eloquent song 
 As they fell 'neath her footsteps and vanished 
 away. 
 Hope tended her pathway, and Peace followed 
 near 
 There was Joy all around her and Glory above ; 
 And the eye that beheld her, though dimmed with 
 a tear, 
 Grew bright 'neath the glance of the Goddess 
 of Love ! 
 
 And thus from the waves of the Ocean of Life, 
 
 Love rises in beauty and gladness, to throw 
 Her charm o'er the waters of sorrow and strife 
 
 And spread o'er their darkness her beautiful 
 Bow. 
 The sorrows that darken ; the passions that blight ; 
 
 Each hope and each feeling, all yield to her sway ; 
 And the brow that would else, have been shrouded 
 in night, 
 
 Is bright with the radiance that beams on her way! 
 
 Such was my dream. And as I woke, 
 
 With sudden start, the spell that bound me, 
 
 At once, like some fair mirror broke, 
 
 And left its shininof fragments round me. 
 
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 But on their surface, I could trace 
 
 Glimpses of truth, so brightly shining, 
 That they may fitly, claim a place, 
 
 In this, the wreath that here I 'm twining, 
 For the bright memories, which to-day, 
 In every bosom move and play ! 
 And what would life be, were it not 
 
 For the strange Instinct, from above ; 
 Which, from the waves of every lot, 
 
 Calls forth the radiant form of Love ? 
 Love of our Country ! How, to-day 
 
 In every heart its fires are burning ! 
 How to that dear Land, far away, 
 
 Our fondest thoughts and prayers are turn- 
 ing ! 
 How Memory, with its magic touch, 
 Revives the scenes we love so much ; 
 And brings before the spirit's view, 
 What only spirit can renew. 
 Our Father's House — the home where we 
 Passed the bright days of Infancy — 
 We see it yet, in all the glow, 
 Which Childhood's recollections throw 
 Around the much-loved spot. Again 
 We live the life that charmed us then ; 
 Thrill with our Childhood's hopes and fears ; . 
 Weep, once again, our Childhood's tears ; 
 Our School-boy mischief, all renew ; 
 And share the fun, and — thrashings, too ! 
 
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 Once more, around our Mother's knee, 
 — God's best and earliest Temple, — we 
 Kneel, with clasped hands and reverent air, 
 To say, once more, our Childhood's prayer. 
 Alas ! that from Life's later day, 
 Those words, so much, should pass away ! 
 Land of our Fathers ! still to Thee, 
 
 Though the wide Ocean rolls between, 
 Our love holds fast its loyalty 
 
 And keeps Thy memory in us green ! 
 We love to think upon Thy name ; 
 And feel, that, on the Scroll of Fame, 
 There's none that takes a loftier place, 
 Or wears it with a nobler grace ! 
 Great, in Thy power for good or ill ; 
 Great, in Thy Sons' exhaustless skill ; 
 Great, in the energies of will, 
 That, from Thy little Island Throne, 
 Circles the earth ; and in each zone, 
 Records some deed of greatness, done 
 To testify, before the Sun, 
 Of England's influence, spreading o'er 
 The World's wide bounds, from Shore to Shore ! 
 What if the Sun does never set 
 
 Upon Thy wide dominions ; we 
 Deem it a nobler triumph, yet, 
 
 That the first Torch of Liberty, 
 Was lighted on Thy shores. We read 
 Of the brave bands of Runny-Mead, 
 
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 Who wrung from John's unwilling hand 
 The Magna Charta of our Land ; 
 And own the honest pride that claims 
 Kindred with these time-honored names ! 
 Hampton and Sydney too, are Thine — 
 
 And Milton, Chatham, Shakespeare, Thou 
 May'st in one wreath of glory, twine 
 
 And wear the garland on Thy brow ! 
 We share the pride ; the glory, share, 
 Of all the honors Thou dost bear ; 
 And, with exulting bosoms, claim 
 Oneness with Thine all-honored Name ! 
 Yet, while as England's sons, to Thee 
 We offer thus, our loyalty ; 
 In the same act, we bring to view, 
 The Land of our Adoption, too. 
 Thee too we love ! Thee too we claim 
 As kindred of one common name : 
 Rejoice in all that proves Thee great, 
 In Arts and Arms ; in power and state ; 
 And shows Thee, standing side by side, 
 With England, in her noblest pride ! 
 Long may Thy glorious Banner wave 
 
 Its ample folds o'er Land and Sea ! 
 We 7/, only, ask to dig the Grave, 
 
 Of every thought of Jealousy 
 Between two kindred Powers, whose pride, 
 Whose noblest pride, should be to stand 
 Shoulder to shoulder ; hand to hand ; 
 
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 In waging still, that grandest fight, 
 For God, for Freedom, and the Right 
 In which, nought ever should divide 
 
 Our Native and Adopted Land ! 
 We '11 take Old England's Flag and Thine, 
 
 And weaving their broad folds together : 
 We '11 only ask that they may twine, 
 
 In sunny and in stormy weather, 
 As peacefully as now, they blend 
 In loving converse, to the end ! 
 And should their folds be blown aside, 
 By passion, prejudice or pride : 
 We '11 hope — and this is all we want — 
 That Little Vic. and General Grant, 
 As Queen and President may stand, 
 
 And, 'changing speech across the water ; 
 Say, as they clasp each other's hand, 
 
 Peace Hwixt the Mother and the Daughter ! 
 
 Nor is this all. In its embrace, 
 Love is not to one Land confined : 
 
 But, circling o'er the Earth's wide space, 
 Takes in the whole of human kind. 
 
 For Man, as man, its bosom thrills ; 
 
 For Man, as man, its measure fills ; 
 •Man, made in God's own image; Man, 
 
 Encircled by the Eternal Plan, 
 
 Which seeks to bring a rebel race, 
 
 Redeemed, before the Father's face ; 
 
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 This is its measure ; running o'er 
 
 With love to all, when, from His place 
 Within — as Life's controlling power — 
 
 God moves, effulgent, in His grace. 
 All love is His ! Of Country : Kind : 
 
 Or Individual : all proceeds, 
 From His one, over-ruling Mind, 
 
 And fills up all our human needs ! 
 He is its Central Sun ; and we 
 Move in our sphere, harmoniously, 
 Just as we learn to meet each claim 
 For help, for love, in His dear Name ! 
 
 Sons of St. George ! We are here, 
 
 To tell asrain Life's oft-told tale : 
 To yield the smile : to drop the tear, 
 
 As Memory slowly, lifts the veil 
 That hides the buried past from view. 
 What recollections here renew 
 Their hold upon us ! How they sweep 
 Like waves, across the swelling deep ; 
 Rising and falling, as we thrill, 
 With thoughts that now, our bosoms fill ! 
 One Hundred years ago, and we 
 Had birth, as a Society ! 
 And yet, to-day no mark appears, 
 To tell us of advancing years. 
 No faltering step : no trembling hand 
 Proclaims the weakness of our Band ; 
 
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 But stronger, heartier, than before, 
 
 We trust our vigor to renew ; 
 And bring again the days of yore, 
 
 When Childhood, in a century, grew 
 To its dimensions ; and the dew 
 Of Youth was sparkling on his frame, 
 Who, half a thousand years, could claim ! 
 So we would trust : and in this hope, 
 Draw out St. George's horoscope ! 
 Let rolling years Thy strength renew ! 
 Its wisdom and its vigor, too 
 Let Time impart ! Let every year 
 
 Mould Spring-time blossoms for the next; 
 And when they, in their bloom, appear 
 
 — As thoughts included in the Text — 
 Let no untimely frosts destroy 
 The promise of the Autumn's joy ! 
 Thus, still, in union let us stand : 
 Clasping — as one united band — 
 Our Native and Adopted Land ! 
 
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THE SECRET. 
 
 "The secret of the Lord is -with them that fear Him." 
 
 Father ! it is not what I think, 
 That is always best for me : 
 
 For dangers hover near the brink 
 Of the fancied good I see. 
 
 But I would, with cheerful spirit, drink 
 The cup that pleaseth Thee. 
 
 I know that clouds will often, shade 
 
 The paths o'er which I go : 
 But I walk in peace ; for they always lead 
 
 Where the living waters flow : 
 And the fragrant plant is often, made 
 
 'Neath shady skies to grow. 
 
 I do not fear the toil or strife 
 
 Of witnessing for Thee : 
 For there 's a spring of quenchless life, 
 
 Thou hast opened up for me ; 
 And I know the bliss Thy children feel, 
 
 When the Truth has made them free. 
 
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 If Grief should come with heavy tread, 
 
 Or Joy with radiant air ; 
 The Lord, on whom I wait, has said 
 
 He will every burden bear ; 
 And the Saviour's smile in the worst estate, 
 
 Makes sunshine everywhere. 
 
 So, I ask Thee, Father, for the rest, 
 
 The spirit rest, that flows 
 From leaning on the Saviour's breast 
 
 In calm and sweet repose : 
 That questions not, but owns as best, 
 
 Whate'er Thy hand bestows ! 
 
 I have a part in Thee to claim, 
 
 Which others may not know : 
 The secret of that hidden name 
 
 Which Thou alone, canst show : 
 That tells me what to Thee I am, 
 
 And sweetly makes me so. 
 
 I do not all its fulness know ; 
 
 But the way o'er which I move 
 Has streams of blessedness that flow 
 
 From this Fountain of Thy Love. 
 And while I wait in peace below 
 
 He guards me from above ! 
 
 And thus, I gain the perfect peace, 
 That Faith alone can bring ; 
 
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 Learn from my own vain work to cease 
 
 And in the desert sing ; 
 Making sweet music in the heart 
 
 If He but touch its strings. 
 
 Therefore, if now Thou askest me, 
 What most dost thou desire ? 
 
 I would my answer still might be, 
 What Thou seest I most require : 
 
 There is no lowlier wish than this 
 And I could not breathe a higher ! 
 
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