Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-06-29
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A Parable for To-Day.
BY THOMAS L. r


An OLD VI sat amid the mold
Ths, heaped the church, ard lone and cold;
His limbs were dead, his eye-bolls dim,
Earth had no JOY or hope for him:
The clouds hung radiant DER the West
Like golden Islands Of the Blest;
Sweet May buds breathed their incense round,
Young children came with garlends crowned,
ALight, u Life through Nature cana
as once from Horeb's tree OF fame,
Yet, like a shape Of mist aud snow,
The Patriarch sat amid the glow,
And from his trembling lips aud pale
Breathed forth this sad, funereal vail;
"God has left the World, It's old and dying;
Nature, corpse-like, crumbling round me lies,
Toiling, toiling, orb to ORD replying,
Peals the requiem down the Gardening skies;
Nature chills and dies.
''Once the Life Divine filed all creation;
Wisdom, Genius, Beauty dwelt b%eiow;-
Now sweeps in the last red desolation,
Earth in lightning thrill and earthquake 'hroe'
President Of her woe,
Heroes, Martyrs, Saints have all departed
Vaior, Insight, Honor, Faith lie dead;
Via htl8lOn WdillcIst DEOhOh-htatt~Nf
Driven with blows from altar, hall and shed,
Ashes OH her head.
.'Nations reel and fall, by heaven deserted;
Thrones and scepters strew the awful way
Christ sits throned above with eyes %avertedi
NOugh, remaineth but the judgment-day-
Earth shall fee away
A Surveyed YOUTH Of wondrous grace
Stood gazing on the Patriarch's face;
His form seemed wrought OF tempered fire
His eyes shot forth a warm desire;
He seemed akin to sea and star,
All things that strong and glorious are;
The thunderous blow the lightning word;
All Nature was to him divine,
Truth in each vein, like odorous wine;
Before him, on the s~pringing slope,
Stood the twin genii Love and Hope;
He wound anon a silver horn,
Whose echo ran, "Reform Reform ~
His path lay ONWARD, DER it rolled
The promise-bow of crimsoned gold;
And when the Old Man paused he cast
The Presents answer to the Past.
Tell me not, o Dotard false and hoary,
Nature lingereth in her last decline:
God is here! Earth smiles with newborn glory,
Nature blooms to-day in early prime,
Virgin-pure divine.
THAT great Past wherein thy memory fingers
All was Eyil-Altar, Faith and Throne;
Time, that wrapt its shroud, with %scepteral fingers
Felt no life within its pulse of stonc,-
Cease thy timorous moan.
"Dreamers were its saints, its hero valor
Brutal Hate to desperation wrought;
All its wisdom fades, in ashy pallor,
From the heaven-inspired Presents thought,
Man by nature taught.
"That was night-but now flames in the morning!
That was Godless--Heaven itself is here!
Eden comes the newborn World adjoining,
All thy Past shall die and disappear,
Paradise is near.
Sternly confronting stood the twain
When 10! a radiant stranger came;
Mortal he seemed to sensuous view,
And yet INSPIRED, Immortal, too:
His kingly brow serene and vast,
Shone with the light OF all the Past;
And in his smile, with kindling ray,
The Futures hopeful glories lay;
His presence like a living hymn,
Awoke the "bettor soul' within.
Peace filled the heart and Love the eye
That felt his mild divinity
And Youth and Age in blending sweet,
Sank listening at the SAyIoR's feet.
1.-The Eternal Father poureth forth His Spirit,
SO worlds and heavens and men and angels arr
From him outflow the s~plendors they inherit,
Love to the spirit, beauty to the star.
"1her is no wreck, or waste, or retrogression
Through all the calm Contaminated vast.
Upward, sill upward sweeps tn august processio
And all the Future blooms from all the Past.
The thrones, the principalities, the powers
OF Thought. and Love, and Virtue, never die:
The outward form may change with change
The inward spirit lives immortality.
Therefore uprear thy temples young Reformer
On the foundation ancient time hath wrought:
With living faith and valor shape the corner
From massive forms of olden worth and thong
Therefore, o patriarch, gray thy treasures old
Yield to the fashioning hand of living youth
And swift shall rise, all beautiful and golden,
TIL eternal shrine Of Freedom and Of Truth.
There Faith and Reason blend in vital union;
There the sweet harmonies of Peace arise;
And Past and Present hold divine communion
In the immortal Future Of the skies"
.Neig- York, April, 1919. rChristian Inquir
Wrong not the LabOring Poor.
BY EBENEzER ELLIOTT.
Wrong not the labOring poor, by whom ye live,
Wrong moi vour hnmble fellow yvorna va mo