Weekly Trinity journal., 1861-01-12
n Remarkable Poem.

The following very remarkable poem recited at the
close lecture in Boston, by Mis-, Lizzie poten spirit
ual trance speaker She professcd to give it mpromptu,
under the direct influence OF the spirit of Edgar A. Poe
The Springfield Republican, speaking of the poem says
Miss noten apparently incapable of originating such
one and that if she is honest and the poem really
from the source she says it did it is urquestonably tho
most astonishing production sprituosm has given
to the world Any who reads it carefully will agree
in the opinion:
From the throne of life eternal
From the home of love suporual,
Where heauge feet make music all the starry floor
Mortas have come to meet YOU,
Come with words of peace to greet YOU,
And to tell you of the glory that is mine ioe'ermore
oucc before found mortal
Waiting at the heavenly portal
Waiting but to catch echo from that ever opening
Then seized his ouickencd being
And through all his inward seciug
Caused my burning inspiration in fiery food to pour
Now como moro meek, human
Aud the weak lips of woman
Touch with fire from Oft the altar not with bnnss as of
Bat in holy love DESCENDING
with her cha stcncd bcing blending
would Gil your souls with music from the bright celestial
shore.
As one heart yearns for another,
As a child turns to his mother,
From the golden gates OF glory turn to the earth once
Where my soul was stung to madness,
Aud lies bitter burning bows swept my hardened being
DER.
Here the harpics aud the ravens
Human yampy res--,orlid craNcns
Prayed upon my soul and substance till wrthed in an
Life aud then seemed mismated,
For felt accursod aud med
Like restless wnofu spirit, wandering ON the slygian
shote.
Tortured by a namccss yearning,
Like a ttost fire, free sing burning,
Did the purple pusing life tide through its cvcred chan
Till the golien bowl--Lirc's token
Into shining shards was broken,
And my chained aud chatting spirit leapt from out its prS
door.
Rut while living striving. dying,
Never did my soul cease cry ing;
Yc who guido the lates aud turie3 gtyo OH give nc
From the myriad hosts of nations
From the countless consultations,
Ono pure spirit that love mo-onc that J. too can
adore ~
Through this fcryent SEPARATION
Found my lljntng soul salvation,
For, from out it, backencd fro cryps did my quckoncd
And my beautiful ideal
Not too sanity to he reAl--
Eurst more brightly any vision taan the fancy otme'.
Icnorc,
Mid the surgns seas she found me.
with the buluws breaking round me.
And my saddenc sinking spirit in her Of love upbore
Like a lone one, weak aud weary,
Wandering in the midnight utoarY,
On her sineS sanity BOSOM brought to the heavenly
shore
Like the breath ar blossoms blending,
Like the prayers of saints ascending
Like the ainbows seycn hued glory blond our souls Tor
Earthly love aud lust cnslaycd mo,
But diyuest love hath saved me,
And know now first and only how to love aud to adore
oh. my mortal friends aud brnthers
We each and all auothcr'g
And the soul that give freely from It's treasure hath
the
Would you lose your life, you find It
And ia giving love, you bind il,
Like an amulet Of safety TO your heart orcyemore.