The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-11-18
TEaAI FACE.

krf Il kuOW tuitl 4 att. OilcutiinG HI the
silence Of night, it has come to me IN my
room, shone into my soul with It's deep
eyes and baptized me with the blessing Of
its pale white forehead.
| love that Face. For in the hair
that mingling black and purple in its hues
/ falls wayingly aside from the brow, in the
serene arch Of the eyebrow the eternal star
light of the eyes, in the lip moving at first
) in u smile of unbelievable sadness and
melting away into n Love beautiful as the
! daybreak Of summer morn, there is
something that stills the heart and muir
mers, ':Peace' foreyermore.
Many--many years ago that Face APP
peared above the hilltop Of q far distant
land, and while the sky was purple and
gold in the serenity of the evening hour
as the palm quivcred its broad leaves
in the flushed azure and the blessing of
sunset lay upon the waves of Galilec-
beautiful women came forth from the hut
of the poor, to look upon those eyes; and
rude men blasted in the hands and in the
brow by hopeless Toll knelt like children
in their divine light.
How that face was loved " the Poor
in the o,den time, how it came day after
day in the dark home of Poverty and
! lighted it up with q Blessing that never
grew dim. r1a e
How it shone into u conyicts cell and
baptized his chains with a warm golden
light fresh from the Heaven Of God
How | love to follow that Face; even
along the hot and dusty road when the
fiery tropical sun streams down upon the
white brow-evcn Wonder on the mountain
top at dead Of night when the stars bohold
. stars as beautiful in the lake which ripples
beneath their smile and those lips move III
| raver and ''Our Father breaks on the
serene midnight air. Nor do | turn my
gaze away when the Face weepsits blood
tears in Gethsemane, and the agony Of
a soul writhes in every featUre--for those
tears fall for man, the victim Of unutter-
able wrongs and they will fell Tor thou
sands of years the holiost baptism OF the
Poor. They will fall until the Face has
done its mission and the baptism hallow-
ed the heart of Man, wherever helgrorels
or writhc6, whether in the chained work
shop of barbarous civilization CT in the
hot fields of slavery that has no hope.
On that day 'hen the universe was
hung i'll black---hung with the terrible
arapcry Of Gods anguish for the people
the Poor-for the wrongs which Priest
and King had heaped upon the necks Of
the Millions through the black night Of
ages love to so up to Calvary thread
the pathway that winds among the thou
sand PROSTATE forms and look upon the
Face as tho last pang trenbles there, and
the agony Oft Soul breaks forth in that
sublime death song:
"hloi! E1oi2 Lama sa5achhanj/'8
For amid the pangs that rend that Face
see a smile OF hope that is eternal, bloom
into light even amid the CONFUSING throes
os that Divine d spair. 'tMy God my
| God WHY hast thou forsaken me!'. |
hear the deep chant Of a Deafness Faith
saying forever to you, to me, to us all -
"Thc spirit of Jehovah is upon me to
preach good tidings to the Poor"
The Face lives now ana goes peitiniligg
among dark huts us it beamed in days Of
old 1t comes at dead of night and looks
upon slumbering city; and believe me
its tears fall afresh-tears for that vast
| Brotherhood of Toll, who for six tholl-
cand years have had one horrible liturgy
chanted to them by priest and burned
| into their hearts by the fiery swords. OF
kings -''Toil and Die-Toil and Die
| Toll aud DE-"
And in answ:r to this horrible liturgy
| the Face murmurs. as it shines In the
loathsome huts Of the city; it murmurs
but sour words that shrek like knell to
priests and kings ike a still small voice
from the lips Of God to the Brotherhood
of Toil-'tJ JESUS AND THE Poor"
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