New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-27
GErJrs CHRISTMAS ODE
CO., Z. Soul Matters aud SisXins OF Lie.
lFf0m SOU IN rRoN raG swedish.

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- wB4r shall 1 call Thee, Christ
Thou hose feet have kissed
] ( ,,', .,s world the desolate, desert sands
/ ebsu not call Thee my most human brother,
Z Con Of nv Father God, of Earth my Mother
For seel the nails have pierced my feet and hands
"a know Thee for my brother, o my Christ,
j o my Beloved And this heart Of mine
] In its best moments, for we have our moods,l
Il Enarges till it lets the whole world in,
when nought Of Bad find, but all of Good
4 And then do not know the name Of SIM
but think Gods purpose little understood
I For He is with us in our sohtudes =
Then do we pluck the grapes shat are divine,
THAT lips Of prophets have so often missed
/ Our lives flow onward till they reach the Sea
We stand upon the shore, and the abysmal
Thunders re6cho with voice not dismal
aThe Lightnings harm us not. We stretch to Thee
Long, loving arms across the misty distance
The weal, and timid pray Thee for assistance.
4 Thou giyest back for answer; Not to Me-
Not to your brother make your invocations-
Not to your fellow offer vain oblations
What fear ye from the Father descend
The deepa of Being, and neer find an end"
sThou o Divine One dost renew the Human
In each child'slife that into Life is born
10 Mary's Son Son, Thou, of every woman,
Thou quickest still the Sabbath ears Of corn,
Reproving bigotry. And ears forlorn
Hear Thy Eyange and the low raise high
H. tl,ay
Christ,
And Thou art with the wretched when they die,
And Thy discourses, wedgelike, cleave the mist
lOf sour conyention, when the living dare
Add to their own what is their neighbors share.
lThy fame is given to the Churches. Thou
Couldst not foresee the holy forgeries,
The sanity shams the oonsecrated lies,
That men would sanction with thy name and VOW
Themselves Thy Ministers. dare not think
OfThee but through their brain; l dare not drink
The living waters which my hands have drawn
And they would brush the glory from the dawn:
Thy name is stamped into the prosecutions
With which bad men have hurried men to death
dare not to the Sun make my additions
Without Thee-dare not draw my human breath
Even my virtue must not be my own
Even my virtue is name for sin
0 Christ, Thou art too strong Letqne alone;
Let 90 my manhood. | would enter ia
To manhood $ palaces The whole world hes
Before me like Canaan; would cross
The Jordan, but they beat me back again,
Because | will not take Gods name in vain
Because l would refute their sophistries,
And wage my gain against their mighty loss.
Caesar before Thee bows~and he should bow
The Soul before Thee stoops, and it should not
If Man must be contented with his lot,
His lot is Heaven, and his equal, Thou;
When he aspires to reach the high and holy,
But breathes the aspiration from lowly
Spirit rebuiSod and humbed for the small
And powerless part he plays before the All.
IBut am really afraid to continue translation since
the Original grows and worse For the present. at
least let not anguagcknow more OF Geifs Christmas
ODE Here we have him in another mood You must
take him. on this OCCASION however without much rhythm
leaving the rhymes fall into their places when they vii
do reudily otherwise avoiding them altogether Fde
Ily ofrendering is ell the merit claim. Irl
What didst thou friend, anticipate from life
Has it thy expectations answered fully 70
Standing again at my birthhour before the world
would say, will not voyage across thee.
Man lives for money prates the while OF virtue
He will not love thee in ragged coat
Even Jesus Chrsts ordain'd aud rev rend servant
Will glance at tn hole / thy elbow, and thy
torn shoe.
A poet took me by the hand, and held me
In constrained and very warm embrace;
- 0 poet-brother worldly men repell d me"
He said "but am glad to see thy face
Is Truly, most truly, | am glad to meet thee
love thy yerses-Lend me but one shilling
NV need is great. Upon my word love thee.
How rare is goodness ....., What, thou ar
not willing e
oh, once before, lent you many shillings,
Oh, twice before, l lent you many shekels
You loved my verses when you borrowed of me,
Attcrward said, l was the worst of poets.
A parson met me in the Field Of God,
"Ah, they lie buried here, my Masters chosen,
The sheep that he will gather, and the sod
Covers the goats until that day reposing
IN sleep as perfect on as soft pillow.
How great the difference betwixt sheep and
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His pastoral eyes he, steadiast, raised to Heaven
How sinful All, before the Great AN "
He left me weeping at my mothers grave,stone,
Mother devoted, had you never seen me
And went unto wife whose husband tarried
AT toil-hard toll. And she resigned her hus-
band
] VENT am no better than my neighbors;
know no crime would NOT have committed
And sinned But what my sin, shall not be stated
God be gentle with us-do not judge us
Tell me- my friend, what has; thou from existence!
Say, has it realized thy expectations
Standing upon the shore, before the ocean,
would say, Waves, ye shall not bear me over.
Cemetery or Grave,Yard is called in the North
OF Europe.
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