Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1843-12-22
From the Louisville Journal.
PULPIT ELOQUENCE.

The day was declining-the breeze IN It's gee
Had left the fair blossoms TO sing on the sea,
As the sun in rs gorgeousness, radiant and still
Dropped down like gem from the brow Of the hill
One trcmulOns star in the glory Of June
Came out with smile and sat down by The moon,
As she graced her blue throne with the pride Of o
queen
The smiles of her loneliness eladdening the scene
The scene was enchanting! in distance away
Rolled the foam. crested waves Of the Chesapeake
Bay,
While bathed in the moonlight the village was seen
With the church in the distance that stood on the
green.
The soft slopng meadows lay brightly unroled
With their mantle Of verdure and blossoms of gold,
And the earth in her beauty. forgetting to greve,
Lay asleep in her bloom at the bosom Of eve.
A light. hearted child had wandered away
From the spot where my footsteps had gambold all
And free as birds was the song of my soul,
As heard the wild waters exultingly roll;
While tightening my heart as sportcd along,
With bursts Of low laughter, and sna,ches of song
1struck in the pathway half-worn Ger the sod
BY the feet that went up to the waras,p OF God.
As traced its green wiaf,ngs, a murnur of PRAYER
NNh lhe hvfhn s. the worshippers rose on the air,
And dra wn by the links of its sweetness along,
stood unobserved in the midst of the throng,
For while my young spirit still wandered about
With the BIRDS, and the Winds that were sinking
without;
But birds. waves and zephyrs, were quietly forgot
In one angel-like being that frightened the spot.
In stature majestic, apart from the throng
He stood in his beauty the theme of nv sonel
His cheek pale with ervor-the blue orbs above
Lit up with the splendors Of youth, and of love,
Yet the heart glowing rapture that beamed from those
Seemed ,saddened by sorrows, and chas,ened by
sghs
A. if the young heart in its bloom had grown cold
With Ia lOves nra tod Ia aor unfold
Such language as his may never recall
But his theme was salvation-savation TO all,
And the souls of thousandin ecstacy hung
On the manna-lke sweetness that dropped from his
tongue.
Not alone on the his wild eioquence stole,
Enforced by each gesture, it sunk to the soul,
Till seemed tina, an angel had frightened the sod,
And brought to each bosom message from God.
He spoke Of the Savour-what pictures he drew!
The scenes OF His sufferngs rose clear on my view
The cross-tho rude cross where He suffered and
died;
The gush of bright crimson that flowed from His
side;
The cup Of His sorrows-the NORWOOD and gall:
The dar kness that maniled the earth as pail
The garland of thorns-and the demon-lke crews
Who knelt as they scofed Him" Hail King of the
Jews"
He spoke and i 'hnH T.. his s,auelke form
As touched with compassion he ended in prayer;
His hands clasped above Him-His blue orbs up
thrown.
Still pleading for sins that were never His own.
While that mouth where such sweetness ineffab
chung,
Still spoke, tho expression had died on his tongue.
Oh God! what emotions the speaker awoke!
mortal He seemed-yet a deity spoke;
man-yet SO far from humanity riven;
On earh-yet SO closely connected with Heaven!
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As he stood in that triumph of passion and prayer
With his eyes closed in rapture-their transfer
eclipse
Made bright by the smiles that lllnminel his lips.
There's charm in delivery-a magical art
That thrills like kiss, from the lip to the heart,
IT'S The glance-the expression-the well chosel
BY whose magic the depths of The spirit are stirred
The smie-the mute gesturethe soul startling paus
The eyes sweet expression that mc!,s while
The lips soft persuasion-i,s musical tome
Oh such was the charm of that eloquent one!
The time is long past-yet how clearly defined
That bay, church, and village, hoa' up my mind
see amid azure the moon in her PRIDE
With the sweet little rembler that by her side
j hear the blue waves as she wanders along,
Leap up in their gadness and sing her a song,
And tread in the pathway half worn DER the sod !,
BY the feet that went up 10 the worship Of God.
The time is long past yet, what visions see
The past, the dim past, is the present 10 me.
am standing once more mid that heart.stricker
throng:
A vision floats up-'ti the theme of my song
All glorious and brigh. as spirit of air,
The light like halo encirclng his hair
As catch the same accents of sweetness and love-
lie whispers OF Jesus-and points US above.
How sweet to my heart is the picture I've traced!
Its chain OF bright fnncies seemed almost efiaced,
Till memory, the fond one that sits in the soul,
Took up the fra links and connected the whoe
As the dew to the bossom-,he bud to the bee
As the scent TO the rose-are those memories to me-
Round the chords of my heart they have tremblingl
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And the echo it gives, is the song have sung.
AMELIA.
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