The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1857-12-22

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In the golden glenms OF sunlight,
Stood a tall and slender maiden,
Stood with hands and garments folded,
Like spirit looking earthward.
As the orient God of Day light
Rose above the eastern granite,
All the earth reioiced TO meet him;
All the birds were wild with music,
At the coming of the Day-king.
But the tall and slender maiden
Moved not, in her meek position,
Fill the noble Prince of morning,
Looking from his throne of sunlight,
Saw her, on The hills of purple.
STOPPING from his high position,
Leaving not his throne in Heaven,
Without speaking, gently smiling,
Bowed and kissed the slender maiden.
Kissed her on her snowy forehead;
Bade her look upon his features;
Smiled, and left her gazing on him,
Gazing on his robes Of crimson,
Gazing on his throne OF amber,
Gazing on his golden chaplet,
And his smile, the morning sunbeam.
Then the maid her cloak uniolded,
Threw it on the h lis of purple;
Stood erect IN snowy linen,
White end spotless as snowdrilt.
Quick with hasty hand and fingers,
Dotted her hood Of silk and silver.
Floating per her marble shoulders,
Fell her hnir in golden rngets,
Waving o er her spotless bosom,
Like n stream of golden sunlight.
Ripping round her snowy forehead,
Like a wreath of golden roses,
Vying with the white of liles,
Took harp her cloak had covered,
With her long and sic nder fingers,
Swayed its st;ings in wild vibrations:
Played in strains of deep devotion,
While her lips as two twin roses,
Trembling, she'd their richest fragrance,
Broke in music soft and silvery.
Gently swayed her golden tresses,
Sueatly swelle, h<r silyery nusic
Waited by the fragrant zephyr,
Der the purple hills of morning,
When band of shining angels
Coming from the realms of Far off;
Coming from the heav enly portals,
Bringing with them haips celestial,
Tuned to noblest strains of music:
Shedding round them richest fragrance,
As of blooming, f deless roses;
Plucked by the immortal well spring.
Bringing with them gems and laurels,
Woven IN priceless chapet;
Bowed, and played in strains most tender,
Playing on their harps celestial.
Called her Genius. minds great Goddess.
Placing on her spotess bosom,
Gems Of purity most stainless,
Trembling stars of shining Crystal;
Saying to her, "NJble Genius,
Thou art crowned, as mind great Goddess.
God hath watched you, he hath blessed y GU,
Ills fair daughter of the sky realms.
Times "A life Of arduous labor,
Ga the earth shall be thy mission,
Struggling with the mind of mortals
Guiding them to high aspirings.
Though hopes star shall eild thy pathway,
Oft dark clouds shall hide thy virtue.
On through sunny gens and meadows,
Happy homes and gloomy cellars,
Lordly halls and dismal garrets,
Thou shalt ever toiling wander;
Toiling in thy God-like mission,
Trimming minds for noble working;
Training them for lofty soaring
Stamping on them thine own image:
Bidding them to toll and labor
Toillng for the good of mortals.
We viii watch you, We are near you,
Tremble not and fear no evil.
We will guard you, God shall keep you
Pure and stainless rs at present,
Though thy course shall he meanderinG.'
Thus they crowned the virgin Goddess,
Crowned the fair nud lovely maiden
On the purple hills of morning.
Putting on her cast OF mantle,
Tying Oh her silken bonnet;
Quckly on hor noble mission
Onward sped the virgin Goddess,
Dressing still in snowy linen.
Wearing still her laurel chaplet;
On her pure and stainless bosom
Tremhled still the stars of Crystal
OFT she found her task labolious,
ToiIing on through dirt and rubbish,
To the shpltered, dismal garrett,
Resting place of youth and talent.
Like split always watching,
Unseen angels still were near her.
When her heart grew faint and weary
OFT they whispered words most chcering
Neryed her up for new enduring.
Oh, the cares, the tolls Of Geniusl
Through circumstances most forbddng,
Wrestling, struggling ever onward,
Pointing 10 some noble prowess;
Trusting hoping, much achieving.
Always at the early dawniug
Came she to the hills of purple
Came tu watch the coming Day-king
And receive his profered blessing
There I've watched my bgi. ht IDEAL,
Till her charms my soul has knded;
from some humble station,
Wished that she would stand beside me,
Kindly bless me with her presence.
At her feet there burst a fountain,
Bubling sparkling from the mountain;
Ran in streams into the valley,
Ripping DER their pebbly bottoms;
Widening out in mighty rivers,
Flowing to the deep sea waters.
On their bosoms plowed the steamer
Buying, selling through the nations;
Bearing to them fruits Of labor:
Bearing to them joys aud comforts,
Bearing to them birds cf promise;
Bearing to them hopes bright day-star.
Yet not all, Was tkis they bore them
Der the deep and briny ocean,
Came the ship, the Oak Leviathnn,
Bringing with it curse and Slavery
Bringing with it toll and sorrow-
Bringing with it hopes all blasted
Bringing with it hearts of anguish
stolen, sold, 90 il forever.
But don't blame the Goddess, Genius,
For in her the heart is stainless
Pure and spotless as her garments,
She's good and noble Genius.
Much she sighs, and often weepeth,
That proud man is basely fallen,
irasping. mean, and avarcious.
NOt alone fair Genius weepeth,
But the Sun and Moon, and Stas-hosts
Nj seem sadly W ing with her
.ong and well have great men la 'ored
70 redress this mighty evil,
Sor have won the noble conflict.
As the lcebergs on the mount aims.
Drop by drop are slowly melting
Flowing to the burning valley
Bringing with them vegetation,
JOY and promise, flowers and yerdure.
so the over shadowing presence
)f the Son, the holy Jesus.
Through the mourning earth wakes feeling.
Slowly, slowly, truth is breaking
Through the old and selfish systems,
Cold and frozen nationalites.
still. we hope the day is dawning,
Though the clouds arc dark and Ia reat'ning.
When those streams of bitter anguish
Shall have spent their wrath and fury
Drained the life blood from their system
Cold aud selfish as old Satan
Leave them writhing, gasping, dying
Rooted out by truth and fre, dom.
Driven, fa len like old SATIN,
Downto Hell and doleful darkness.
o, that men of noble Genius,
Image Of my virgin Goddess,
Thus should stoop TO acts Of vilene IS.
'amely feeding streams of anguish,
thinking daubing, hateful systems
,re adful as the storm of darkness
'ayless ns a night all starless.
Yetw see them, often see them,
Find them in our courts and churches
Find them in our Nations White House
Find them in the Old Worlds kingdoms-
Find them through all Enrope'a hordets