Smyrna times., 1856-07-30


An enchantress, prophecies and painter
beauty and bliss, who speaks to the heart Wi
voice of magical music, charms life into
dream OF pleasure and paints the future as n
ialr and lovely TO the minds rant vision. A
an enchantress she moves upon the great dee
oil the heart quells the wild storms of woe tht
reVel there, and bids fair peace spring up lik
venus from the waves. At the touch of he
mighty wand care is beguiled and sorrow turn
ed to JOY, and all earth becomes poem G
bright beauty whose glowing imagery faintl
adumbrates the ineffable glories of "eterna
llfe' AS prophecies, inspired by the love O
the beautiful and good, she sta ads on the crum
Oling shore OF time unmoved by the passins
storms OF life, and with the telescope of FaitI
LOOKS away to the dark mysteries of futurity
forming, from glimpses of eternal truth, predic.
tons OF pure peace and pleasure " both in the
lie which now is and in that which is to come ,
She thus cheers the poor man in his toll. the
Oeggar In his rags, the lazar in his pain, the
felon IN his cell, the martyr in the flames. and
IN the very ear of death whispers assurances OF
lie and promises immortal joys in Heaven
AS painter she catches her colors from the
llghts OF love and the beauties of holiness. and
standing on the promised founded tower of
Trust in God, she gives to each snmbre cloud n
silver lining, spans the heavens with an Iris of
0t Glory and illumines the orient horizon of
time with the bushing dawn of blissful i'm.
mortality beyond the dying scenes of earth.
Prlmeval Hope, the Aonian muses. saw.
When man and nature mourned their first decay:
When every form of death and every woe
ohot from malignant stars to earth below:
Hheh peace and mercy, banished from the plain.
sprung on the vlewless winds to heaven again
All all forsook the frendless, guilty mind.
but Hope, the charmer, fingered still behind.
Eternal HoPe when yonder spheres sublime
fealed their first notes to sound the march Of
time,
my Joyous youth began-but not to fade
When all the sister planets have decaved:
when wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow.
ana heavens last thunder shakes the world
below
Ehou, undlsmayed, shalt Ger the ruins smile.
Ahu ilght thy torch at Natures funereal pile
Charity is the love of God, the Spirit of
Christ the essence of religion, the soul of sane
tlty. She Is the consort offath and the mother
OF hope, meekly counsellng the former in all
the battles OF life, and inspiring in the latter
bright visions of supernal bliss with the pIorV
oil her own divine perfections She is a gentle
Prlestess, pure and holy, ever intercedipp for
the errInS ones of earth, and offering the sacri.
nee OF thanksgiving and the incense of praise
TO the living God on an altar of human hearts. |
she Is lovely queen of heavenly birth, whose |
merchul meekness and moral ajesty far sur !
passes that of anything on earth beside. What
language can portray her holy beauties
what imagery can represent her happy charms!
Bright as the blushing morning, fair as the
flowers of Eden, sweet as the breath of roses. |
she sits enthroned upon the hearts of Gods
people, sways the sceptre of peace over renew.
ed nature, secures the observance of the golden
rule without force and sheds the light of her
sunny smiles on all around. She speaks kind
words to the hapless and lowly, sympatbizes
with the weaknesses Of humanity and ever tries
to find bright side to the darkest deed.
. Tho scorn repay her sympathetic tears,
She still is kind and still she perseveres:
? ohe makes excuses where she might condemn,
KeVlled by those that hate her, prays for them
Suspicion turks not in her noble breast.
The worst suggested, she believes the best:
Not soon provoked, however stung and teazed.
And, If perchance made angry, soon apDeased
She rather waves, than will dispute her ripht.
And, injured, makes forgiveness her delight"
She visits the chamber of sickness and death
comforts the widow and orphan, sunders the
'hackles OF slavery, stops the burning tide of
spirltuous woe and relieves despairing want.
not to be seen of men, but for the bessedness of
doing good and clarifying God. She touches
the heart and sel6shRess expires. Pride bows
It's ioity head, dark envy sinks away in shame
anu hell-oorn hate is banished by the awakened
synpathles OF life; red murder ia disarm rude
raplne is subdued and rampant war induced %
beat her bloody weapons into instruments of
peace and cease to feed on human kind. She
lifts her voice in honor of her God, and ma
tlons her entramell." Hark Even now her
sllvery accents, sweet as the music of the roll.
ing spheres, swell over the earth, in earnest
appeals to the great brotherhood of man. WOO.
ing the heather from his idols, the drunkard
from his cups, the oppressor from his purpose.
the mser from the love of lucre, the vicious
back to virtue-all to Christ She speaks and
echo from her myriad caves prolongs the sounds,
in gentle Installations, until earth's rersotes,
shores are vocal with the dulcit accents of ner.
cy and truth. Her influence increases, her do.
minion extends, and
The Muse prophetic views the coming day,
When all mankind shall own her sovereign
sway; .'
And, in the ceaseless joys she bids to flow,
Feel perfect freedom from all moral woe. q.
Hail holy Charity! celestial Grace. q"
Fair Queen of Hearts! O, sanctify our race,
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