Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1843-12-29
POETRY.
From the Louisville Journal.
PULPIT ELOQUENCE.

The day declining-the breeze in its CLEO
Had left the fair blossoms to sing on the sea, m
As the sun IN its gorgeousness, radiant and stili go
Dropped down like gem from the brow Of the hills
One ircmuous star in tho glory Of June -
Came out with smile and sat down by the moon,
As she graced her blue throne with the pride of queen
Tho smile of her loveliness gaddened the seene
Tho aceno was enchanting in distance away
Rolled the foam.crosted of tho Chesapeake Bay,
While bathcd in the moonlight the village was seen
With the church in the distance that stood the green
The soft slopug meadows lay brightly unrollcd,
With their mantle of vcrdure and blossom of gold,
And the earth in her beauty, forgetting to greve,
Lay asleep in her bloom at the bosom ct ove
A light hearted child had wandered away
From the spot whore my footsteps bad gnnbopd all day.
And free n birds was the song of my soul,
As heard tho wild waters oxqltingy roll
While tightening my heart as sported along,
With bursts of low-loughtor and snatchcs ofsong,
struck in the pathway balfwom o'cr the sod
BY tho feet that went Up 10 the worship of God.
As traced its green win @GrmuT OF prayer
With the hymn of tho woIshippers rose on the ar,
And drn ,rn hy the links of its sweetness along,
I stood unobsorved in the midst Of the tlrong
For while my young spirit still wandered about
With the birds, and the winds, that singing without;
But birds, waves and zophyrs were quickly forgot
In angel-liko being that frightened the spot.
In stature muiostic apart from the throng
lie stood in his beauty, the theme OF my song!
His cheek pale with iervor-the blue orbs above
Lit up with the splendos of youth and Of love,
Seemed suddcncd by sorrow and chcstenod by signs,
As iftho young heart in its bloom had grown cold
With its loves untequted, Its sorrows untold
Such language as his may never recall,
But his theme was salvotion-salvation to all,
And Tho souls of a thousand in ecstacy hung
On tho munnnke sweetness that dropped from his tongue
Not alone on the ear his wild eloquonco stole
|. Enforced by such gesture, ii sunk to the soul,
FTll it seemed that angel had frightened the sod,
And brought TO each bosom a message from God.
lie smoke Of the saviour-what pictures he drew;
The scene of his sulierngs rose clear my view
The sUh of bright crimson that flowed from his side
The cup of his sorrows-the wormwood and gall;
The darkness that mantlcd the earth pail
The garland ofthons-and demon-like crews
Who knelt they scofed Him" Hail. King of the Jews.
He spoke and it seemed that his stutueliko form
Expanded and gowed, as his spirit grew warm;
His tone so impassioned-so melting his air.
As touched with compassion he ended with prayer;
His hands caqped above Im-IIis blue orbs upthrown,
Whp that MOUTH Where such sweetness incabo clung
Still spoke, though expression had died on his tongue.
A mortal he soemed-yet Deity spoke!
A man-yet far from humanity rven;
On earh-yct closely connected with heaven!
How oft in my fancy I've pictured him there
With his eyes closed in rapturc-ther transient eclipse
Made bright by the smile that iluminod his lips.
There's charm in dolivery-a magical art
That thrills like a kiss from the lip to the heart
IT'S the glance, the expressions the well chosen word,
BY whose magic the depths of the spirit stirred
The smile-the mute eesturethe startling pause
The eyes sweet expresson-that melts while it awes
The lips soft persuasion--its musical tone
oh such was the charm of that eloquent one!
The time has long past-yet how clearly defined
That bay, church and village float up on my mind;
see, amid azure the moon in her pride,
With the sweet little trember that sat by her side
hear the blue waves, as she wandors along
Leap up in their gadncss and sing her song,
And tread in the pathway half worn DER tho sod,
BY the feet that went up to the worship of God.
The time is long past, yet what visions see!
The past, the dim past, is the present to me.
am standing mid that heart stricken throng:
vision floats up--tis the theme of my song
All glorious and bright spirit ofair,
The light. like n halo, encircling his hair
As / catch the accents of sweetness and love,
He whispers ofJesus-and points us above,
How sweet my heart is the picture I've traced
It's chain of bright flncies seemed almost effaced
Tin memory, the fond one that sits in the soul,
Took up the frail links ana connected the whole
As the dew to the blossom, the flower to the bee
As the to the those memories to me
Round the chords Of heart they have rembngly chung
And the echo it gives is the song have sung.
AMELIA