The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-05-07
The Kingdom.

The following poem, says the Home Journal,
said to have been dictated by the spirit of Edgs
A. Poe, through the Mediumship of Miss Lizzi
Boten, of Boston. From whatever source it EN-
mates, there is no doubt about its intrinsic mer
as poem of the very highest order. Its renditio
is said to afford even greater satisfaction than tn
Raven or "The BELIEF
Twas the ominous month of October;
How the memories rise in my soul
How they swell like a sea in my soul
When spirit, sad, silent and sober,
| Whose glance was word of control,
Drew me down to the black Lake Avernus,
| In the desolate kingdom of Death
To the mist-covered Lake of Avernus,
| In the ghoul-haunted kingdom of Death.
And there, while shIvered and waited,
| talked with the souls of the dead;
The lawless, the lone and the hated,
Who broke from their bondage and fled.
Each word was burning eruption.
That leaped from a crater of flame
red lava-tide of corruption,
| That out of lifes sediment came
From the scorac natures God gave them,
Compounded of glory and shame.
"Aboardp p' cried our pilot and leader;
Then wildly we rushed to embark,
And forth, in our ghostly Ellida,
We swept in the silence and dark.
o God on that black Lake Avernus,
Where vampires drink even the breath.
On that terrible Lake of Avernus,
Leading dowu to the whirlpool of death
1t was there the Eumenides found US,
In sight of no shelter or shore,
They lashed up the white waves around us,
We sank in the waters wild roar.
But not to the regions Internal,
Through billows of sulphurous flame,
But unto the city eternal,
The home of the blest, we came.
To the gate of the beautiful city,
All fainting and weary we pressed;
"Oh, Heart of the holy take pity,
And welcome us home to our rest
Pursued by the Fates and the Furies,
In danger and darkness we fled
From the pitiless Fates and the Furies,
Through the desolate realms of the deadp'
Like the song of the bird that yet fingers
Like the wind-harp by Eolus blown,
As if touched by the lightest of fingers,
Wide open the portals were thrown.
And there, in a my ystcal splendor,
Stood golden-hared, azure eyed child,
With look that was touching and tender,
She stretched forth her white hand and smiled
cay, welcome thrice welcome, poor mortals,
On, why do you linger and waitl
Come fearessly in at these portals,
No warder keeps watch at the gate"
" Gloria Dec! 7e Deun1 IaudGmus?'
Exclaimed proud prelate. "rm safe intC
heavenl
By the blood OF the Lamb and the martyrs whc
claim Us,
Ny soul has been purchased, my sins are for
given;
1 tread where the saints and the martyrs have trod
Lead on, thou fair child to the temple of God p
The child stood in silence and wondered,
And bowed down her beautiful head.
And even as fragrance is shed
By the lilly the waves have swept under,
Then meeklY and tenderly said:
60 In vain do you seek-to behold Him;
He dwells in no temple apart;
The height of the heavens cannot hold Him.
And yet he is here in my heart
He is here and he will not DEPART
Then forth from the mystical splendor,
The scintillant, crystalline light,
Cleaned faces more touching and tender
AZ han ever had greeted our sight.
And they sang" Welcome home to this kingdom
Ye earth-born and serpent-beguled,
The Lord is the light of this kingdom,
| And his temple-the heart of child'