The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1844-02-05
70 Saint Peter, ON Reading hls Lines ON
lhA ed. d. CQntrQYeraY.


the sd. D." Controversy. d.
Now st. Peter. my honey, pray you be aisy,
Your verses develop mind nearly crazyj
While the quarrels of d DIS are shrouded in night
You never will claim to be called "blue.light,"
But rather opine ii the say ing be true.
That while birthstone is burning the light will be blue
And now, as never desire to offend.
What by this blue light" III tell you my friend
The Church Of the Saviour DER spreading the earth,
From the date that Gods wisdom created his birth,
Was Love, Weakness, Charity, Virtue and Grace,
I'm the life Of each christian these feelings you'll trace
i was not for money, nor yet for this life,
Nor for arrogant dogmas-polemical strife
Nor the rosy lppd wine-cup, decetful yet bright,
Causing acts which, alas cannot reasons light
Il was not for intriguing for power and place
No religion is meant to endure to the end
Religion itself will be ever mans friend;
II the Bible be what it can ne'er be denied
book which thro Gods hand has surely been tried
Its meaning and reasons to limited mind
By each sect its exactness cannot be defined,
While the powers Of intellect given to EACH
To the parson and layman-this lesson should teach
That whateer you profess, and if true your part
The religion Of may dwell in the heart
by their fruits you shall know them"
1t is not coortit is not leaf,
Nor in joyousness is it, nor even in grief
It's the rainbow ofLove-the essence of soul
BY Faith, Hope, and Charity held in control
Is it not sweet, at evening hour,
To feel the Almghtly's allpervading power
Is it not sweet away from Church or State,
TO feel how calm, consoling, and sedate,
(While Nature rests and mans e'er busy hand
Obeys, with gratitude. his Gods command,)
Is that my sterious influence filling every part
Strengthening the frame and comforting the heart
And when frail Nature falls into its rest,
Its hope in heaven, and thus securely blest--
These partly are the layman's joys But unto him
Who claims to know the road to cherubim2
What are his joys-his holy comfortsl Where2
In leading errng souls to constant prayer
By bright example of his Masters life
Practising charity avoiding strife
BY seeking to discover where distress
Requires assistance and his hand may bless
To soothe the bed OF sickness and the grave
To let all know his Masters power can
To still the mourners' hearts, and raise
Their souls with tones of heavenly praise,
By loud hosannas which angels wings
Are placed before his throne-the King OF Kings!
How many other comforts in his way,
Will surely meet him each continuous day;
His Master and his flock divide his heart,
And worldly feelings hold in it no part
These the good mans joys and yet, wean,
II we but take look behind the screen,
Some selcdenial practised Of these joys we find
And trace the sordid features of their mind.
These duties all renounced-With little care,
So as they gain some thousands more year
They take dishonesty their Masters hour,i
To hatter men that they suppose in power.
High in their church they do aspire to shine,
And tempting, tempted, are seduced by wine
The subtle poison soon their masks displace-
Soon you discern their own, their proper face.
Soon the assumed, ungenial virtues disappear
You seek for Gods own mnister--no longer there
But, to return-my meaning III explain,
Which you have look'd for in these lines in vain
As far as have written ; for my pen
Takes sudden phrensies every now and then
While Ministers forget their true vocation,
And quarrel publicly before the nation,
The Devil laughs secure in his dominion,
Der men who quarrel thus about opinion
And stirring up his fire, with all his might,
Would blind our reason by a D. d. bue-light!
In hurry, your friend,
ST. PATRICK.