Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-09-17
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BYs GEORGE LIPPARD.

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10 fskSow that Faco. O.tenii'ne, in the
silence Of night, it has come to me, in my
tropm, shoue; into my soul with its deep
eyes, and baptized me with the blessing Of
lis pale white forehead.
~, love lha, Face For in the hair, that,
mingled black and purple in lis hues, falls
wasingly. aside from the brow, in the
serene arch aef The eyebrow, the eternal
starlight oiilhe eyes. i'll tie lip moving at
first in a. siEi:e OF uniaihcmable sadness,
and inciling away into q. Love, beautiful
ms The d Nb:c cak oi a summer morn, there
is soIrctnirg that stills the heart, aid
.snur1.urs Peiye' torevefmose.
an Manv-nany years ago that Face, ap-
.peareds il,ovo ,!.e hill tap of far drslai',
land; and willie the ky was purple and
gold, in tie sefehitg Of the evening hour
az the palm g1iyerei its broad leaves high
i'm the flushed az are ani the blessing OF
sunset l,y upon the waves ot Gailiee-
beaWtiliai we.,sen came forth from the huts
ai siss f,eas, 10 look upon thos, eyes; and
rude uer, ata:ested III the hands aRd in the
brow by hoqe.ess ,!.e;l, knels l:kc children
IN their divine light.
80 llow ,ha, Face was lnv-d bs saie Poor in
The aAcn ,i.ac- how il caire, ~ after day:
II tie Gayk i.n1ne Of Poverty, aud Lighted
il up with a Blessing ll;it never grew dim!
.,; How it sh9ue into tho CnhvIci's cell,
.;id.le t'2tG il G! ans h warm, gold
en- nslighi fresh frnm The Heaven of God!
-. How | love 10 fiH,Ilaw that Face: even
nloug lhs hot and dusty ro1d, when the
fiery If ,pcal sln streams down upon The
shile brow even ynnder, on the noun
,,nin-,ot,. nj dead ol Light, when the stars
behold stars as beautiful in the lake which
ripples beneath their smile, and these lips
sssalgaas i'll prayer and, CIR sfuEss,
breaks on The serene miinight air. Nor
do turumy gaZa away when The Face
wee,,s il. bInndy Tears i'll Ge:hsenane. and
the neonv nl "a soul 5wrlthes IN every
aeatI,re--iur those Tears fall for Man, the
,:cii,uof terrible wrongs, and tEey will
iali ,Gr /, ors;,nds Of years, the h9lieN'
hadti<,n oi the Poor. They will fall until
.Ne Face, has done its mission, and the
baptism l.alloweii.i the heart of Men,
wherever he groyels or wrilhes, whether
in the chained workshop OF n barbarous
civilization, or in the hol fields of u slavery
that has no. hope. ~ ,.=
On. that day VIXEN the. Universe wat.
hung in b'aek--hung with the terrible
drapesy, ,.of. Gods anguish for his people
he .Poor-los iho wrongs which Priest and
King had heared upon the neck oi the
Millions, through the long black night oil
ages-I love to GO to Calvary, thread the
pathway that winds, among ten thousand
.prostraiet FORMS, aud look upon the Face,
as the lust pang trembIes there. and the
agony of q Soul breaks forth in that sub
lime death song:
tEloi! ,E7oi! Lama sabachhanF ss~a.
>. For amid the pnngs that rend that Face,
| see smile Of Hope that is eternal. bloom
into light. even amid the convulsive throes
of that Divine Despair-'My God! my
God. why has thou forsaken me!' hear
lhe deep chant of a Deathless Faith, saying
Tor ever. to you, 10 me 10 US all--'THE
SPIRIT oFaJEHovAH Is pP2N NE, TO PREACH
GOOD TIplNes TO THE PooR!3f esta iig7s ~
The Face lives now, and goes beaming
among dark huts, as i. beamed in days o.
old. It,ronJes at dead of night, and looks
nponsthe sslumbering, City; and, believe
me, its tears fall afresb-tears 70. that vast
Brotherbood of Toll, who, for six thousand
years, have had one horrible liturgy chant
: ed; to them by priests, and burned into theil
hearts by beefery sword of kings-sToi
and Die-Toil and Die-Toil and Die!'
:. And in answer 10 this horrible liturgy
the Face nurmurs, as it shine in the loath'
some huts of the city; it murmurs but foul
words, that shrek like q knell to priests
and kings, like still small voice from the
lips OF God to the miserable Brotherhood o.
Toil-..JEsus AND THE PooRP'
These words pierce the pestilent alleys
Of the Large City-that Leviathan Of mad
luxury and wrilhing wretchedness; they
are heard in the loa,hsome kennels where
starvation, leProsy, and rags swelter in one
internal embrace; they go down 10 the
lowest ditch Of misery, TO the meanest ou:
cast Of barbarous civilization, and say
Brother, arise, for the cup of my People
the Poor, is filled 10 overHowing. 1t
bitterness, deepened by tears and blood, viii
soon be poured forth upon the espresso
who iiledit. The night of ages is passing
Brother, and the Day Of God is near!
THAI FACE glides up the dismal gibbe
steps, and palsies the Guilty Preacher
even as he stands blessing the Hangman
Rope, and says to him, Jesus AND TIL
PooRR tits one Of my People whom yo
ere about to choke to death in my name
Stand aside, Pharisee, and let me, as tn
rope falls from this poor outcast's necl
let me forbid the banns of this unhol
marriage which you have proclaimed; tn
marriage of God Almighty's Gospel wit
the DEVILS Gibbet!
Sometimes this Face glides into lhos
gorgeous churches which star. up at ever