The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-06-15
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JESUS AND THE POOR.
BY GEORGE LIpPARD.

| room. shone into my soul with its deep
leyes. and baptized me with the blessing
Of its pale white forehead.
| / love that Face. For 10 the hair.
that, mingling black and purple IN its
hu es, falls wavingly aside from the brow,
in the serene arch of the eyebrow, the
eternal starlight of the eyes, in tho lip
moving at 6rst 10 a smile OF ofanfathoma BILE
sadness, and melting away into Love,
beautiful as the daybreak of summer
morn, there is something that stills the
heart, and murmurs Peace forevermore.
Many-many years ago that Face ap-
Peared above the hill top of far distant
land; and while the sky was purple and
gold, in The serenity Of the evening hour
-as the palm qulvered its broad leaves
high in the flushed azure aud the blessing
of sunset lay upon the waves of GalIiee--
beautiful W omen came forth from the huts
Of the poor, to look upon those eyes; and
rude men, blasted In the hands and in the
brow by hopeless Toll, knelt like chlid-
ren in their divine light.
How that Face as loved by the Poor
10 the olden time-how it came, DAY after
day, to the dark home Of Poverty, aud
lighted it up with a Blessing that never
grew dim!
How II shone into the Conyict's cell
and baptized his chius with mark gold .
en- light. fresh from the Heaven Of God!
How love TO follow that Face: even
along he hot aud dusty road, when the
fiery tropical sun streams down upon the
taIn,top, at dead Of night, when the stars
behold stars as beautiful iu the lake
winch ripp!os beneath their smile, and
those lips move in prayer, and, 'OuR
FATHER breaks OH the serene midnight
air. Nor do turn my gaze away when
the Face weeps its bloody tears in Geth
semane, and the agonJ of a soul wri.hes
in every featnre--for tllnse teaar fall for
| Mtu, the victim Of uuuterrable wrongs.
aud they will fall for thousands Of years,
the bollest baptism Of he foor. They
VIII fall until the Face has done it's mis.
sion, and the baptism ballowed the heart
of Mae, wherever he grosels or wrllhes,
whelhe 10 the chained workshop Of a
barbaruus civilization, or III the hot fields
Of a slavery thst has DO hope.
On that day when the Universe was
hung in biack-hnng with the terrible
drapery, Of Gods anguish for his people,
the Poor for the wrongs which Priest
and King had heaped upon the neck Of
the Millions, through the long bla OK night
of sges--l love to go to Calvary, thread
the pathway that winds, among ten thou
sond prostrate foims, aud look upon the
Face, as the last paDg trembles there, and
the agony Of Soul breaks forth in that
sublime death song:
'Etoi! ELou Lama sabachthdniF
For amind the paDgs that rend that
Face, see smile OF Hope that is etsr-
nal. bloom into ght, even amid the con
vulsve throcs that Divine Despair
'My God! my God! why has thou forsaksn
mai ! hear the deep chant OF Deaths
less Faith, saying for ever, to you, to me
TO us aIl--'THE SPIRIT OF JEHOVAH is
UPON ME. TO PREACH GOOD TIDINGs TO THE
pooR!
The Face lives now, and goes beaming
| ~, -. / e
old. II comes at dead of night. aud looks
upon The slnmberiug City, and, believe
ine, it's tears tall afresh--tears for that
vast Brotherhood of Toll, who, for SIX
thoasand years, have had one horrible liz.
urgy cAanted to them by priests, and
burn ed tulo their hearts BY the dery aword
of kiugs-.1 oil aud Die Toll and Die
Toi and Dte!'
And in answer 10 this horrihle liturgy,
the Face murmurs, as il SHINE 10 the
losthsome Aus of the city; 1t murmnrs
but four words, kat shriek like knell
10 priests and kings, like still small
Voice from the lips OF God TO the mlsera-
b Broth roood OF Foii-'JEsus AND THE
PooR!'
Those words pierce the pestllent alleys
of the Large Ciiy-that Leviatbsa of ma d
laxury and writhing wretchedness; they
are heard in the loathsome kennels where
starvation, leprosy, aud rags swelter n
one internal embrace: they 60 down to
the lowest ditch Of misery, to the mean
est ouicast of barbsrous civilization, aud
say: Brother, arise, fur the cup of my
People, the Poor. is filled 10 overfowing. |
It's bitterness, deepened by tears and |
blood, i'll sseu be poured forth npon the |
oppressor who filed it, The night oil
sgss is passing, Brother. and the Day of
THAr FACE glidesup the ismsl g ibbet.
steps, sad Palsies the Guilty Preacher.
even as he stands blessing the Hangman's